Pains Of Growth
This world was created in God’s reflection;
wisdom and love tell you it’s true;
life was created in the Master’s perfecton;
God’s love; keeps all within view..
It’s been said; you reap; what you sow;
the wise all know that it’s
Poems about Reality
Pains Of Growth
This world was created in God’s reflection;
wisdom and love tell you it’s true;
life was created in the Master’s perfecton;
God’s love; keeps all within view..
It’s been said; you reap; what you sow;
the wise all know that it’s
Our Nemesis
No one ever lives a perfect life;
no matter how hard we try;
facing endless sorrows and strife;
it seems, some barely get by.
What is that energy; hidden, deep within;
that always seems to avoid detection;
from where did it start; how did it begin;
it’s
Soul Virtuality
I feel apprehensive; as tho a storm draws near;
I’m all nervous and jittery, inside;
although I’m aware, that there’s nothng to fear;
I still want to run away, and hide.
I never feel secure; within my own skin;
I’d rather become an outside
The Paradox Of Faith
Faith is the power to move mountains;
reality brought forth by the mind;
living waters flow from God’s fountains;
the rivers of life; defined.
Faith is the Master’s second greatest gift;
the creation of life; his first;
lacking belief in God; all faith is
Wardrobe Of Pride
Clothes make the man; or so it’s said;
nice clothes make us feel good inside;
most are even dressed up; when dead;
wearing their wardrobe of pride.
Powerful clothes, make us feel good;
make us stand out; above others;
a wardrobe of pride is misunderstood;
we
Where Strangers Walk
Most people, around us, are strangers;
no longer a sister or bother;
posing for society, many new dangers;
families must help each other.
No matter our faith; or no faith at all.
we’re a part of the family of man;
we need always lift all those
Where Lonely Souls Dwell
Where are all the discarded and lonely;
who often feel they’re in hell?
Many live their lives; day to day; only;
in a place where lonely souls dwell.
Many wake up each day; with nothing to do;
and no meaningful place to go;
waiting for
Life Is A Dream
What is a dream; does it really exist;
is it a form of truth or reality;
why is a duality allowed to persist;
is it a kind of mind abnormality?
How is it that dreams deceive us so;
gaining our thoughts’ convictions;
can the same dreams;