Poems About Love
He was speaking to all His creation;
in ways that none understood;
energizing a wondrous manifestation;
with a power, only He could.
He walks with me; and talks with me;
tho I’m totally unaware He’s around;
He wants me to be, the best I can be;
uttering words
A thought is the trigger for all we do;
the blueprint, the drawing, the plan;
it’s the very essence of all you imbue;
and it’s how the universe began.
A thought is the prelude to all activity;
everything’s considered and planned.
A thought considered all our nativity;
Life has dealt me a terrible blow;
my lifelong companion is dead;
now I’m left with no place to go;
it should have been my life, instead.
Will I ever be loved again;
and feel that warm embrace;
experience a new romance; begin;
and caress a feminine face?
Grief
…In eternity past, as a seed I was planted;
only a mere thought, the Master found.
His honor and all glory, I was granted;
this mere seed; grown in the ground.
I’ve since forgotten that place of my birth;
which was always meant my true home;
since long ago:
In Eden’s garden, that fateful day;
in the heavenly realm above;
the Master’s energy came into play;
birthing a power called love.
More impactful, than that of man;
for it’s the glue of all creation;
an essential part of the Master’s plan;
the power behind salvation.
Lord, I humbly pray for relief;
for I simply can no longer hide;
the depth of my unending grief;
is all of my Love, multiplied.
I’m shaken to the very core of belief;
for all life is held in your hand;
and I patiently pray for your relief;
to
There is a place, up in the air;
we learned to store information;
it isn’t really a place or where;
for it’s the knowledge plantation.
Knowledge, has always been there;
tho we think we’re the first to bring.
But, far more is stored in that where;
for
Live each day, as if, the last;
let love be your goodbye;
only this persona has passed;
to soul, death doesn’t apply.
We’re here to build each other;
to strengthen love’s holy bond;
to build up sister and brother;
for future journeys, beyond.
It isn’t a
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