Poems about Reality
Homely
What is it that makes someone homely;
was it done by the Father’s choice;
couldn’t He have made everyone comely;
was each person given a voice?
What is it that makes a person seem plain;
that others won’t take a second look?
It seems impossible for
His Hands and Feet
If I could be God’s hands and feet;
what would I attempt to do;
only his will would I try to meet;
his spirit, attempt to imbue.
I’m in a body; while God is spirit;
a spirit has neither hands nor feet;
it’s
The Cost
It has been said that nothing is free;
that all things have a price attached.
I know it certainly seems so to me;
but how can goods and money interact?
How many sips of wine to pay for a coat;
or coats does it take for a car?
Surreal
What is that state, we call despair;
an isle of complete desolation;
nothing surrounds, but water and air;
leading only to consolation.
Later, while sleeping, scenes changed;
a substitute life, takes the dream’s place;
all of reality is subtly rearranged;
and destiny gives it all a new face.
Supply And Demand
Whatever we seek; it’s in supply;
very often found, close at hand;
on this fact of nature, you can rely;
it’s the law of supply and demand.
Whatever’s desired; it’ll be available;
upon all consumer’s demands;
a fact that’s totally unassailable;
Subordinates Of His Will
Have you ever experienced internal debate;
vacillating over important decisions?
If you have; then, perhaps you can relate;
to better understand debate’s reasons.
Usually, to such thoughts, we pay no mind;
its only a quirk in our personality;
eventually, we decide; becoming resigned;
and regard
Taking Dictation
Sometimes it seems, that when I write;
the words, somehow write themselves;
an external source, reveals the Light;
as though they were written by elves.
Such fanciful thoughts, make no sense;
for I don’t believe elves exist;
and yet, I must say, that in my defense;
such
Why Didn’t I ?
Why didn’t I do, what I should have done;
what thoughts were clouding my mind?
Why are my thoughts and actions, not one;
must thoughts be screened and refined?
Why can’t I live life as I believe;
do actions have a mind of their
