Poetry: Literature that evokes a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience or a specific emotional response through language chosen and arranged for its meaning, sound, and rhythm.
Peace of mind, comes with time out of mind. Time out of troubles, time beyond time. Time spent walking in the realms of wonder, time spent beyond,leads to peace of mind. Peace of mind comes with time out of mind.
Who cares for truth in a lawless age, when Pope and potentate rage? Who cares for truth in this lawless age where relativity contends against the sage? The scales shift to suit the headlines or the editors view, will this really do? Finding truth will save our time, if quick we look to … More Who cares for truth in a lawless age?
These vast vistas, the wide empty; Many pass through, pass over, pass by; Missing the simple magnificence. The simple can see, the pretentious and conceited are blind, blind to the beauty of solitude. They preferring the clap trap noise, the clutter that is able to silence, silence their inability to perceive the simple magnificence. … More The wide empty
She a wise old woman, I a forlorn and wondering youth. Wisdom was her tutor, wisdom found in the deep abiding waters of true life. Wisdom spoke. She listened and shared. I youth then, older now, yet younger than when we spoke. I was older then, I’m younger than that now. For I listened to … More Go back to where you last heard…
In the quiet, the empty, wisdom speaks. Wisdom flows to the receptive. The vast quite is loud with life, life of a different sort than in the boisterous boarders of humanity. Places of our craftiness are not quiet. Seldom is it so. Here in the big empty on can hear silence and the thoughts of … More Quiet
God’s word is the way, His spirit the light. How can you see your way without the light? With light but no way, how can you know where to walk? God’s word is the way, His spirit is the light.
Empty. . Empty is what we lack, The place to be filled with wonder. . Empty is what we are missing. . For we fill the empty ourselves, We fill our empty with lesser lovers, While true love waits outside. . Outside ourselves waits what we lack. . We lack room to be filled … More Empty
“Be Justice” said He, as the Sabbath sun set. * The last glorious auburn rusty red, turning gray in the westernmost clouds. “Ill bring justice where you can not”.** Me; knowing its is His to keep, my efforts likely vain, insensitive or sacrilegious. For He knows hearts.* I; seeing through dim … More Be Justice
It’s darkest before the dawn. On the Hebrew’s way it is so. The new day begins at dusk, the setting of the previous light. It’s darkest before the dawn. The breaking forth comes through the conclusion of the night. It’s darkest before the dawn. Morning comes at the passing of the night, not at the … More It’s darkest before the dawn.
Walking the way of Glory. We each walk the way of glory one step at a time through our lives, Or not! Our life is a series of memories, memories of moments, Moments in time we live, step by step. Life is a series of moments, moments connected by our memories. … More One-Walking the way of Glory?
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