GOD IS NOT DEAD
God is not sleeping…. And I’m not DEAD Thank You LORD for another day. I was consumed by my losses; I didn't notice the gentleness of your spirit as I pressed through the hardness of life as I saw it. But it is life, I have learned to live it and
dream and reality
If dreams were real and real things dream, It would be nice. In dream nothing's settled for good, So it would be nice. Night coming after day, Me not born a princess, Being unable to pluck the moon Or get inside a lily, Clock h
By Reservation Only
The tickets for admission are free. You just have to ask for one.
Gaelforce
They dance in plumes when the thistle blooms on sunny weather in the purple heather reminiscing and wishing on an island in the sea they are you and they are me the lords of our land and not yet departed its our turn to play they dance i
Duality
Yes my trap is set .. The test of logic ,my mind against yours.. My profile is done ,all is ready ... Like the spider my web is set... I have done the maths and the time is right ..
Sherylee
I wrote this for my granddaughters 21st birthday 12 April 2009
Ancient Finland
Very old
The Roaring Void
Is void empty?
WHERE RESIDE .. through eyes of woman
Self realisation in a form .. A dream .. And from the dream this popped out .. I somehow saw my male side very clearly .. Thus an integration emerged between the devilish ego selves within and higher self xx
Truth
When the world asks the question, Doe’s the occupant’s see the answer? When the equation equals disaster, what formula do we change? When the scales tip’s in favour of the wealthy, who sees the poor lose their balance? When the world gives the
Defining the difference
Just thought I'd try to answer the question of how people can be spiritual but not religious. There is a defining difference.
BE SOMEONE.........!!
Be someone who values truth.. and you will be respected
Black Angel
Originally written for a contest about angels
Runaway Orbit
The momentum of a spiral path, that narrows to a point, is intensified to unimaginable scales. Forever spinning away from comfortable, deliberate & referential paths. The runaway orbit is under no control, save for the rules of atomic slime.
She Smiles Upon My Face
Imaginary dreams of an ever eternal place
JUST THE WAY IT IS
I sit and watch, the clouds go by.. I often ponder, the reasons why.. Why can I see things, that others dont.. Is it because they cant, or because they just wont.. Why cant they see, beauty and love.. As it was given, from God above..
Gates of Time
We can navigate this time as it happens. But there is no map that would steer you on the right course. Stars & doorways must align.
Why
A man cries out one night cursing God and ask him why. Why did he allow him to fall hard losing this precious life. And why did his woman leave him she swore it would never end. He's got a bible on the Shelf he notices it now and then. Where was his
Drops in the fall
We’re paper mache people whose balloons have burst unnoticed Laughing though we’re all unsure exactly what the joke is A costume party where the guests forget where they begin Becoming clones of cliches from the ads whose themes we sing The tailo
excavate
Life is like digging a mine, The further you go, The more precious the stones you find.
Backpacking in Nepal, June 1974
This poem is included in my new collection, 'priceless' hope it is enjoyed. I changed one word to 'stuff' so as not to offend.
A tale of pages
A cover thats so fancy Ornately gilded and bejewelled Yet your pages mostly empty And it seems your ink has pooled Recycling well known images In a cliched sea of brands Picture perfect images Airbrushed to meet demands My covers worn and
Rain
I am a farmer I wrote this during a drought is lyrics for a song as well as a poem.
Prescious
Some memories are so personal and prescious we hold them close within.
In Dreams`
In Dreams` In dreams I see a white staircase, At it's top is my Savior's face, And He beckons me to approach; Will I receive His just reproach. My life was gone or so I thought, Forgetting what the bible taught, But then I saw colours unkn
my very own , Solomon's Song of Songs
My song of songs i wrote using some proverbs.
Planting my roots
This poem was a vision I had of myself connecting with mother Earth and Father sky, outside naked in the dead of winter
"Gloomy Night"
Autumn... Nights growing colder and love kept in a silent perspective Full Moon and gloomy moonbeams Perhaps the World is sorrowful, suffering several calamities Another sleepless night to me Candle light at my dark bedroom, my obscure shrine R
"Religious Roots"
Lord Jesus is my Saviour My heart is His host Trying to renew my behaviour Inspired by The Holy Ghost Tomorrow i will go to a christian shrine i need to pray During daylight, sunshine Needless to say Candle light will remain Hopefully my gif
There's A Time
There's a time to laugh, there's a time to cry, there's a time to live, there's a time to die, there's a time to forget, there's a time to forgive, there's a time to move on, there's a time to relive, there's a time to look forward, there's
i have no answers
I have no answers I have no questions I do not know I can not tell I am under a spell I am dying I am lying I am knowing I am going. To see for myself
THAT MOST MAGNIFICENT TAPESTRY
My own perception of Divine Oneness, that I believe we all share. A oneness that does not see race, age, country, creed, or any of the self-imposed barriers, that we put between ourselves and others. And then we ask, "Why is there so much loneliness and suffering on this beautiful planet, that we inhabit"? We must somehow, find our way back to that sameness, and return to our true origin. To see beyond the exterior, which is only temporary-to the infinite Spirit, that created and connected all to it and to each other. As a Spiritual Advisor/Catalyst, it is part of a collection. I hope to soon complete them to share...
The Fallen Warrior
The words in this poem came to me like a bolt out of the blue. It almost seemed I was guided to write it.
Staircase
Staircase Atop this staircase where angels shine I was shown a mansion and told it was mine, I was then shown a host of people I knew And told we would meet when life was through. I then knew that I was not to stay, For I had to help still
In the Stillness of the Night
I wrote this a while back for a friend who was having a daily struggle with life and her faith
Life is...
Life is a dream Sometimes it seems Drifting on gossamer wings Carried by the winds Life is a trial A court that never adjourns The defense never has a turn Truth is shadowed in a veil Life is a struggle Hard work, toil and labor A broke
S.D.A. a psalm to the Lord
My Lord my God You are so great My waning spirit You do inflate You raised me up From Sheol You poured Your blood To save my soul When You hung Upon that tree You gave Your life To deliver me From bonds of flesh And of sin Against
Lord I Am Crying Out To You
From Psalms 18:1-6
ambiguous existence
Look at the equilibrium of this existence, that their orders are ambiguous...If their orders were not conditional, Where have been mine existence and yours???
Prior to this universe
Prior to this universe, is the universe of love... look at all the uproar scene and great crowd, for the deliberation and disturbance of that love...
Thy Glorious wonder
This poem is a Praise to our Creator and His Power and Glory. His perfect design and craftmanship in every part of us, the planet and beyond can not be duplicated in any way. Only admired!
At The Cross
For it seems such a simple thing to break bread as you have done numerous times before. Does everyone looking on know what it means. For God sent His son. He died on the cross so we may be free. Then we can live with God in eternity. When we