To breath the fragrance
Of your promised land,
To search, to want,
To understand,
The Why of what, we be,
The need to be loved
Unconditionally,
The want to understand
All of life’s
Great Mysteries,
For that we need
A helping hand,
And faith,
In much more than just,
What we can touch and see.
Please, just be grateful.When poems come your way.
Covering the whole sky,Extending over the Universe,My soul in yours immersed,Hoping not to die,So much in loveWith you, am I.
In a passionless fashion,Of which I can’t boast,Surrounded by images,Nothing for real,A virtual life,Has no great appeal.Life lacking emotion,The warmth, human feel,Is a great empty ocean,Doesn’t even seem real.
Is such a tenuous One,We negate our own insanity,Disregard our own mortality,And then, think that we have Won!
It’s the kind of emotion,That makes you feel, never by yourself.
A chapter writtenEveryday,But it’s up to usTo do our best,To plant with zest,The wondersThe spiritual infusions,The good kind feelingsThat should give riseTo BeautyArt, Love and CompassionAbove,Everything else.
