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Imagination’s Loss
The all-seeing eye of the magical camera has
captured all the world’s great wonders,
making them small to the eye.
Radio and television have aided and abetted in this invasion.
A mind fed such a rich diet soon loses its imagination.
A rose picked from the vine quickly loses its beauty.
We are so busy with our electronic gadgets in every form,
that we no longer see our reality.
Are you willing to pause in your pursuits to see this truth?
Controversy
Controversy encourages and spices up a conversation…
But, like any spice, add too much and you spoil the dish.
Seeking and Learning
To those seeking and learning:
Bravo! All my sincere encouragement.
Keep going!
To those who have learned and know:
Congratulations! It’s yours to keep forever!
To those who have always intrinsically known:
Blessings upon you ten-fold!
Put your best foot forward.
Even if nothing else happens,
You would have taken a step in the right direction!
Friends
Friends are like two-way radios —
They send, I receive —
I send, they receive.
We are tuned to the same frequency or wave length
in the philosophy of Life.
Jerusalem
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
She sits on a battle-scarred hill,
Standing quietly like a lone sentinel,
Waiting through clear, starlit nights
For history to turn yet another page.
Resting against an ancient olive tree,
From Gethsemane, I gaze across the valley.
She looks like a dull jewel
In desperate need of a good polishing.
War, tears, bloodshed and misery
Have been seen often by her.
She wears them like every day apparel.
Peace is not found within her walls.
Yet it’s written that a child was born
In a village known as Bethlehem
That’s just south of where I rest,
Just as the prophecy foretold.
Born in the bloodline of David,
Root and stem of Jesse,
Born to die, yet live again
And live forevermore. Amen!
His house was over there
Across the little valley.
All that’s left of it now
Is the Wailing Wall.
The mind boggles at the battles fought,
At the endless bloodshed,
The lives and dramas played out
And history that touches lives untold.
Here on this dry,
Barren landscape…
Where water and not gold
Molds the lives of the people.
The bride to be
Patiently awaits her groom
To dazzle the whole world
On her wedding day.
I Am
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
That which refreshes my soul.
That which renews my life.
That which gives life meaning.
That which gives purpose to existence.
That which gives center, balance,
Quietly directing our pathways.
That which our consciousness innately
Understands is right or wrong.
That which is beautiful from any angle,
In any light, from any distance.
That which cannot be changed, disfigured,
Or transformed into anything but beautiful.
That which is true to life forever.
That which lives in truth throughout eternity.
That which brings peaceful serenity
As it strips away falsehoods by knowledge.
That which makes the unique, alone,
Thrills us, yet challenges us onward.
That in us which cannot be denied
But accepted and exalted in reverence.
The I AM of the Universe, Father of Lights,
The Alpha and Omega, first and last,
Which lived, died, yet lives again forevermore.
That is what we recognize in ourselves! HIM!
Glorify His Name in all places, at all times
That your days may be long, your peace steady.
Praise Him in all things, for all blessings.
Place your feet upon the path and follow HIM!
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