Words
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Words
Trying to find the right words
The place and the time. . .
To speak my mind
But silence is art
As the pendulum swings
We chip away time
Words keep me waiting, but never arrive
Yet patience is art
Time is illusive to tell
Words are evasive to spell
Love we describe it as well
As we can
Time will sculpt her own voice
Love will shape and refine
Words that read volumes between the lines
As life becomes art
Time is illusive to tell
Words are evasive to spell
Love we describe it as well
As we can
As the pen becomes mute
I can’t force a rhyme
Till hearts rhythm in . . .
Time is illusive to tell
Words are evasive to spell
Love we describe it as well
As we can
Art is a subtle exhale
Breath draws the ink from the well
God is the author
And we of His hand
Life has no interest in hell
Fear is a lie to dispel
Truth we discover as well
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Saturday, September 7, 2013
Saturday, August 31, 2013
No Relation
A young girl had a crush on me
I really didn't care
For I was into other things
My future to prepare
A stranger tried to befriend me
Mine wasn't a rejection
We simply had no history
So I felt no connection
My parents tried to contact me
But I'm out on my own
I have a life, I'm busy now
Their care I have outgrown
I have a great career ahead
Though sad and all alone
I wish I had found love, a friend
A heart, a clue, a home
But life is what it is I guess
So why make speculation
My state and actions have no link
And so there's no relation
The treasures of the heart
Are quite a difficult assessment
But you can't hope for dividends
When you've made no investment
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Vessels
The novice was determined
"Everyone, out of my way."
"I'm going to the mountain top,"
"To see God's face today."
He pushed and shoved
And clawed his way
Passed countless souls
Who caused delay
The needy, the infirm
The old, the child at play
Passed friends, family and strangers
Even a loving maid
And when he reached the summit
His gifts and offerings splayed
Then on his knees all through the night
He prayed, and prayed, and prayed
But God did not appear to him
And so he left dismayed
Tired, parched and weary
Staggered home from his crusade
The children saw him afar off
They stopped their game and news relayed
First stranger ran to buoy him up
The infirm offered help and aid
The needy brought him food and drink
Reviving him--kindness displayed
Then friends and family arrived
Consoling him and love conveyed
While elders gave wise counsel
The young maid smiled
Despair was stayed
For as he looked into their eyes
He saw something Divine pervade
The light shines in the darkness
The pure in heart shall see
And know as they are known
As vessels of Divinity
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Blinded
Where do I run to?
Where can I hide?
From God
From myself
From the emptiness inside
Psyche lost in ego
Battened up with pride
Fig leaf of denial
Blind and selfish guide
There is far more to you
More than you realize
Walk the path of empathy
See through God's own eyes
Open up the shudders
Eyes adjust to light
There you'll find Self, God, and Love
Everywhere applied
Saturday, August 10, 2013
That Would Be Heaven
Why is life so hard?
Why are things unfair?
Why are some so cruel?
Why so much despair?
What's the purpose?
Where's the justice?
Who will save us?
When will God entrust us with heaven?
Here's what I have garnered
Discomfort propels all progress towards solutions
Incense lights the fire which tempers ethics
Villains coalesce opposing armies against themselves
Sorrow produces humility, earnest, and empathy
Eventually these will produce comfort and security,
Righteous, self-governed individuals,
Unity among the children of light,
And a wise, honest, merciful, and vigilant community
That would be heaven!
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