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’

Wisdom

Wisdom is a sunset seen from afar;
a waterfall, looking up from the bottom;
a mountain peak, yet to be scaled;
the full harvest, from a good planting.

It is the majesty of a distant star;
drawn close by the telescope of hope;
yet pushed back by the distance of

Why Must It Hurt?

Why must it hurt;
why must it rain;
why do bees sting;
and people complain?

What’s it about life;
requiring correction;
why do we gravitate,
towards insurrection?

Why do we steal,
what we don’t own;
and why do we lie;
when all truth is known?

Why turn your

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