The Story Of Life
We each are merely a ripple called life;
flowing rapidly downstream;
enduring the challenges caused by strife;
interrupting the peace of a dream.
Our thoughts constantly chart our path;
directing which way we’re to go;
motivated mostly, by love; not wrath;
at peace; we go with love’s flow.
We began our journey; at the highest height;
crafted in the winds, above;
swiftly flowing in the waves of God’s light;
smiles of the Master’s love.
We left the heavenly garden of our birth;
to a destination, totally unknown;
I, and all others, were exiled to earth;
our rebellious seeds had been sown.
Each of us; had been a heavenly being;
seeking to capture the Master’s throne;
transformed from thinking; to seeing;
a physical illusion, became a new home.
Life was changed into limited space;
our thoughts could no longer create;
each of us, were given a different face;
our destiny was no longer fate.
All had eaten of the fruit; forbidden;
only, by death, could we learn;
only new life could become forgiven;
made new; all would return.
Monty 4/16/24. # 2,072