REALITY

The Womb Of The Soul

In the beginning, it was God, alone;
without him; nothing existed;
his Consciousness was creation’s home;
his constant thoughts persisted.

All were created and brought into being;
according to his master plan;
heaven is the kingdom of thought, unseen;
within it; all life began.

Doubt

Why are many people so dissatisfied;
that it causes others to lament?
Evil has somehow become glorified;
we live in a world of discontent.

Many have embraced a godlessness;
thinking what’s done, doesn’t matter;
fewer, each year, seek righteousness;
their lives have become a ladder.

Most pay

Yesterday’s Dust

I’m a molecule of being; blowing in the wind;
my significance; fading away;
my days in the spotlight, have come to an end;
I am the being of yesterday.

An insignificant fleck of yesterday’s past;
blowing in the wind; moving on;
my physical being was

Serenity !

There is always a peace somewhere;
we can find it; when we try;
only our thoughts can take us there;
a serenity that makes us cry.

In the midst of tribulations and trials;
somewhere a peace can be found;
it tends to surface, in laughs and smiles;
though peace

The Eve Of Destruction

The love of money is the root of all evil;
or so, it has often been said;
worldwide corruption has led to upheavel;
honor and faith are dead.

The strength of a tree depends on its roots;
a foundation determines what it will bear;
the tree

What Was It Like ?

What was it like; when it began;
when just a thought in a mind;
how can a thought become a man;
leaving other thoughts behind?

A Seed, to life; a wondrous transitiion;
how did it feel, just to be;
caught in the midst of juxtaposition;
God’

In The Shadow Of Me

I am a mere shadow of who I was;
a foretaste of who I shall be;
I’ve become diminished, because;
I’m living in the shadow of me.

I was created in the darkness of night;
in perfection; I was to become;
I was

Bygones Of Yesterday

I was taught to let bygones be bygones;
a message that seemed to make sense;
I saw such a plaque; created in bronze;
announcing such noble laments.

Why is it we allow all our bygones to last;
must they live on forever;
must circumstance bring up all