What is an angel? Who is to say? The richest, the wisest? The newborn babe. To help and protect Visit the needy and give To all who are wholesome And their lives righteously live. The wings of an angel are hard to see, Rub your eyes... they don't exist. They don't exist in heaven above, But on earth people persist. Angels and wings Mighty fine things Do your good deed And you're in But is that really the way? Or just what they say? So an angel his wings can win. If wings they have not, If God then, in wisdom, takes them away Fly they ought not, That by walking, they help more on their way.Of What Worth Of what worth are the eyes That have chosen their sight, Regardless of what they see? And the ears that have heard, Something different being said, Not hearing obviously. Of what worth are the are the hands That offer no help? Of no worth to you and me. But oh that mine were as Those that were hung On the hill of calvary. I WONDER AS I WANDER I wonder as I wander Through this lonely wood here From whence is the voice that provokes me to ponder And whispers softly, that I hear? I wonder what I wondered When the act pure and true Came settling into my mind "Good deed for another do" For, oft time to that voice No creedence did I give But on my way did I go On with "the life I must live" Would a soul have been healed? Would it have been met, the dire need? Would the soul have been mine? The act two fold; both souls to feed? I wonder as I wander... A voice whispers anew and I ponder Do I journey on yonder And to the voice, creedence give? FEELING FOR A FRIEND ('94) Thank you for being there, concerned enough to care, so cleaver to endeavor on your life's journey here. For your love of good things, the joy and happiness it brings. The world stings, and you withstand given God's strength you know you can. In our adversities and struggles we show that it is in the waiting we really grow. It is then that we are stretched and the thought is not far fetched; a loving father, reaching our reaching trying to bring us home. (Dec. 97) Oh soul, my soul where steerest thou me Amidst the world's anger and strife? To the right or left? Let it the straight and narrow be! Oh gaurd me my soul, or thy life! Oh flesh, my flesh where steerest thou me? To this side and that! Art thou blind that thou canst see? The danger on that path prepared and designed for thee? Fear not what can destroy the flesh but the soul, the very ME! CEASE TO BE (Jan 98) Will I now comprehend my "soul"? Now that I have taken leave, Having returned whence I came, I exist no more, save to play my role in the cycle of mother earth. I have ceased to be! My eternal plot chosen for me! I've ceased to think, ceased to see ceased to love ceased to be! Was all my coming to be, coming to see just that I might cease to be? The lengths, the strides my successes and tides of trials and tribulations overcome for naught? Every thing I learned? that which was taught? My life of good works to no avail? And now destined nowhere nowhere to sail� It seems as though death has captured me. Death, an immovable wall, not a penetrable door, but, after careful consideration and dying, I don't think that way anymore. Distance Me (Jan 98) I am just distancing myself from weightier matters. The Glory. My shortcomings, sins, and other diversions won't get me there. They just distance me. My frivolous worldly preoccupation. There are many roads that lead to nowhere of these we aren't lacking but only one that will not distance me, distance me from thee. all the distractions of no importance eternally They just consume my time and vaporize my soul furthering me from thee. An ode to mother Nobelest of all occupations Trade of the highest pay It begins with creation Ends not with the day Or death The sculptor of society Instructor of the great plan Master of propriety The great creator of man Most challenging of all tasks Those who reap, will have sown Posterity to everlast Worlds without number to be known The backbone of my soul Always enemy of my foe Soft oft, though in the rough Made, yet of the toughest stuff Fountain of youth, never dying However difficult, always complying For the welfare of my soul Before the nations of the world Before the great armies of old Was told the story of my mother Now I live to watch unfold. ---- Obedience either you suffer by doing it, or you suffer by not doing it. GOD
God is a game. A game that people play. A reason to argue. Is a game God? God then, must be a statue. A manmade figurine with breath of life and senses. Is a statue God? God is money then! A loving bank note with which you can purchase anything or anyone at all! Is money God? God is a distraction. A diversion to take me away from my sphere of indulgences, my encumbrances! Is a distraction God? God is, of course, agony, starvation and suffering. A heartless God that watches us suffer and allows millions to starve and depart from this life!! Is agony, starvation and suffering God? Gods are we. A race of sheep controlling what we ought not! Are you and I yet God?