The Essence Of Glory
Life comes in all shapes, colors, and sizes;
the Artist’s palette is without peer;
perfection is beauty; masked in disguises;
like a kingdom, shaped as a sphere.
Life is the pinnacle of all of creation;
made in the image of God above;
death; the prelude to life’s salvation;
life was the creation of love.
Life is the measure of God’s imagination;
combining function with beauty;
love is the hallmark of every creation;
combining whimsy with duty.
Life was created as opposite sexes;
a marriage of woman and man;
love was the life’s ultimate nexus;
in the image of God, the I Am.
In the midst of greatness; always comes pain;
perfection can’t exist; without it;
it is the creator of all things that remain;
wise men never doubt it.
All life was created to ebb; and then flow;
coming in waves of frequency;
buffeted by conflicts; to reap what we sow;
then returning back to the sea.
Growth can’t exist without life’s pain;
bringing the rest of the story;
hardships and heartbreaks lead to gain;
pain is the essence of glory.
Monty 12.12.25. # 3,106