Everything happens for a reason
Every road has layers beneath it
Layers built through disruption and destruction
Misfortune disguised as signs to quit
Roads are not meant to be straight
Often with emergency lanes for a reason
The farther a road the better its destination
Roads have signs to give us a beacon
With or without guidance, you’ll eventually arrive
Each wrong turn is one less potential mistake
Maybe your road is concrete or a dirt road
Maybe you’ll need to hit your break
Pit stops are part of life and often hidden treasures
Roads are often most enjoyed in pitch dark
Sometimes the best road is one unplanned
Remember, God does his greatest work in the dark
Why?
“To rise,”
explain I.
“To grow strong, wise,
to live and defy,
evolve. Expand in size,
in mind, spirit! Then you fly
to higher levels; win the prize,
by transforming when you choose to die.”
Then, her eyes see—what wonder and surprise!
Are you heading downwards,
Your life out of control,
No longer on the up and up,
No longer on a roll?
For life is a scary ride,
So you’d better hold on tight,
But the good news is;
For every bit of darkness,
There usually -
Is some light.
From the high peak of the middle years
We walk downwards slowly but it’s clear.
We lose our parents siblings other kin
Who will now agree we are born to win?
Our bodies stiffen while we’re yet alive
Who will die,atone,does God decide?
From the man he takes the caring wife
The heart itself will harden in the strife
Last Man standing is a bag of bones
In his grave the king decays alon
I know why stars shoot downwards to the earth
it is not science at work nor gravitational pull
its behavior of stars that never looked at the sky
When they are up in the sky young and active
spend time using their light to trap and eat crickets
strange little things take up work times and talents
But elephants and whales in seas exist and swim free
when mature, old, frail, eaten by years poorly lived
little things vanish, big ones rise and threaten them
With little energy and looming threat stars act in haste
battles are lost as they fight poor fight in lost battles
against bed bugs, cockroaches that do not retaliate
I know why stars shoot downwards
Stars that look up the skies and live there right
live forever in peace with the blue and the earth
Glide with me
down through blue coral mounds,
froth of your wavelets bathes my shoulders
with a cloak
draping my moistened arms
as we glitter like translucent stars;
till notes float
where cool pleasure ripples--
drenching hungry bodies on the grass
like a bend
spread in caves of delight
rowing with gentle moans of one tide.
Some Form Of Crystalline
Submitted by Amelie Mara--- 26 Oct 2014
To have too much pride
It can be a deadly ride!
It's the thing God really hates
Might wind up in hell's gates!
So if you want to love the Lord
Too much of it you can not afford
Do one's best to obey
Although we are just jars of clay
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