Why I'm Still Here

Why I’m Still Here

I do believe in perfection and purpose;
circumstance has nothing to fear;
surely a reason hides under life’s surface.
Dear Lord, why am I still here?

I am a prodigal; sent down from above;
a victim of my own foolish pride;
I think I’

A Visit With Wisdom

A Visit With Wisdom

My eyes were closed; yet, my mind, awake;
while deeper thoughts; I beheld;
at first, I thought it a nightmarish mistake;
and so, my mind rebelled.

Sometimes my thoughts are an empty well;
bearing no wisdom within;
other times I can feel knowledge swell;
at a

A Stitch In Time

A Stitch In Time

Some people refer to it as common sense;
timing is simply everything;
when a love relationshp becomes intense;
it becomes a time for a ring.

Repairs always done in the nick of time;
prevent more damage, being done;
workmanship is artwork of the divine;
handed down;

Not Even A Raindrop

Not Even A Raindrop

Not even a raindrop can fall without purpose;
nor is there an errant flake of snow;
both are destined to reach reality’s surface;
both are required for life to grow.

Many trees grow tall just to capture the breeze;
while birds hide their nest on

Living In The Coccoon

Living In The Coccoon

I feel very much like a caterpillar;
crawling around, through life;
it seems much of my life was filler;
punctuated by sorrow and strife;

Life seemed an eternal competition;
striving, to be up to the test;
much of it became mere repetition;
competing to become the

Today I Met A Stranger

Today I Met A Stranger

It was just like any other normal day;
the sun arose; and then set;
I met a woman who passed my way;
a chance meeting, I’d never forget.

Her eyes were like spider webs, cast;
capturing my frozen expression;
staring back, was like seeing

Worth A Thousand Pictures

Worth A Thousand Pictures

It’s said, “A picture’s worth a thousand words!”
although pictures are only illusions;
a picture may portray a thousand birds;
only words enunciate conclusions.

Words are vibrated so as to become us;
pictures are nothing without eyes to see;
words became flesh; and dwelt

The Fountain Of Life

The Fountain Of Life

Consciousness flows like a fountain;
pouring into the valley of life;
coming down from an energy mountain;
casting the illusion of light.

In the beginning was Thought, alone;
from him; came all that became;
the kingdom of heaven was his throne;
divinity; his exclusive claim.

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