In life; we each have a task; a commission;
we’ve made a promise of what we’ll do;
the choice, we made, was our own decision;
and we’re given the strength to come thru.
Very much like a ship on the ocean,
we’re searching to find dry
Poems about Reality
In life; we each have a task; a commission;
we’ve made a promise of what we’ll do;
the choice, we made, was our own decision;
and we’re given the strength to come thru.
Very much like a ship on the ocean,
we’re searching to find dry
Governments are the greatest source of abuse;
that mankind has permitted to exist;
“for the greater good of all” is the excuse;
for allowing them all to persist.
If mankind were all inherently good;
we’d require none, to take God’s role;
but, since the truth of evil’s
Some people claim to hate drama;
but, that is merely a ruse;
for drama brings more than trauma;
it’s also life’s masseuse.
In many of the acts of life’s play;
we often become worn out;
especially, with the day to day;
but, that’s what life’s
I recall teaching, many years ago;
many students, I still remember;
grading papers; playing in snow;
fifty years ago, last December.
So many people, I used to know;
today have gone from my view;
I can’t image where they did go;
their friendship I’d like to renew.
Many
…In the midst of the night, I hear the call;
of the One who is wanting my ear;
that One who really is my one and all;
who I’m often so reluctant to hear.
He always has great wisdom to share;
yet, I usually don’t wish to listen;
Man is a multidimensional being;
his mind positioned in the clouds above;
when at home; he is all seeing;
and nourished with Wisdom and Love.
Awareness transformed to physicality;
he now faces severe limitations;
losing his upper world intellectuality;
while facing physical temptations.
Consciousness altered to the world below;
to
Life is comprised of many layers;
many chapters within it’s book
different stories in every chapter;
unusual twists that life took.
Yesterday walked into my life;
seems that it wanted to stay;
but I needed to focus on tomorrow;
for I know it’s coming my way.
I cannot
…Destiny is reality’s completed book;
not allowing any revisions;
errant thoughts; all were forsook;
for, thought, made all decisions.
Destiny was reality, infinitely completed;
its book was exchanged for a play;
only by death, were some things deleted;
and the stage of Light, became day.
Light cast down the
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