A Hill To Die On

Most people like to avoid confrontation;
they consider it not worth their trouble;
mulling thoughts, after much deliberation;
so many issues, can often befuddle.

So, we often decide to just walk away;
most of these issues will never be gone;
and as we’re leaving, we turn back to say:

The Neighbor

A law commands you to love your neighbor;
but exactly who might that be?
One might assume he’d be one in God’s favor;
one very much like me.

But we don’t know who’s in God’s favor;
and so, the question still stands;
we know so

The Love Of Money

Money’s the goal to which we’re driven;
its fruits we long to embrace;
ignoring the Love, our Master’s given;
we seek, with money, to replace.

Some would say, it’s not money we seek;
but those things that money can buy.
Such arguments aren’t at all

Share Love

Daily, are children, wounded and slain;
and their fathers and mothers, too;
can we continue to ignore; and remain;
is there nothing left we can do?

There are times I just want to go away;
just give up; and fall on my sword;
but reality, still, has something to say;

Love's Mountain

I climbed life’s elusive mountain;
thinking that’s all there is;
all of life flowed from a fountain;
and all of it began as His.

Life flowed down from reality;
from Eden’s garden, above;
the lower garden was finality;
for life would return as Love.

I thought I

Quintessential Love

If my tears could constantly fall as rain;
flooding and drowning all sorrows below;
soothing and comforting all in pain;
leaving nothing but Love, left to flow.

If only I could love without thought;
not expecting any love in return;
mindful, of what such Love brought;
discovering, what He sent

A Father's Love

A father loves his daughters and sons;
very different from anyone else;
we’re filled with love for each one;
for they are each a part of ourself.

Anything their actions may amount to;
we’ll not, to anger,  be driven;
no matter whatever they ever do;
eventually, they’ll

Prodigal Victims

I’m riding a cloud of tranquility;
peace inhabits my mind;
I’m lacking the verbal agility;
my thoughts, carefully unwind.

The world surrounding is my creation;
there’s no one to blame, but me;
and so, it’s become my obligation;
that others, around me, might see.

When it’

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