Created by God
an original pattern
loyal follower
There's pattern assign
For each accident in life
Part of grand design.
Creator's grand design
By Michelle Morris
06/03/2023
In the petals of a flower
I see perfection every time
Inspiration of gorgeous colours
By the Creator's grand design
A masterful array of species
Loved by butterflies and bees
Loved by humans everywhere
A blessing to Earth each season
© Michelle Morris, 2023
A-ccording to grand design,
L-ife on earth shall disappear;
L-ittle tick of time is left,
A-s Judgment Day draws
N-ear.
B-elieve in the grand design,
R-ead the plan of the Almighty;
I-t remains the best blueprint,
O-n the fifteenth of January.
N-ever turn a blind eye,
E-arnestly reach the finish line;
S-alvation inside the flock is the Lord God's grand design.
Soon be approaching the end of the line
Been a fabulous ride, this journey of mine
Too short I must say
Still wanna play
But the choice ain't mine, in this grand old design
Every day we all walk a very fine line
Tween happy and sad, tween mediocrity and sublime
Today's a sublime one
It's a bright shiny sun
Looking down on us mortals, this grand design
I cannot see what is left in front of me;
I cannot look beyond the grain of sand
that sits gently in my hand.
What is time? How much is left?
That little grain of sand is all I have,
all that I know - a tiny insignificant
piece of a larger puzzle.
It has a place among all the other grains
of sand in the universe - related to each,
but different in the infinite world,
like that of a fingerprint.
How can I let it go?
I have held it for some time,
it has become my companion,
it comforts me in times of need,
never abandoning me, quietly listening.
I will try to nurture it,
try to save it for others who come.
I will try to treasure the time,
and try to leave a lasting impression with it.
How much time is left?
SECRETS AND
COVER-UPS,
DISCLOSURES OF
DENIAL,
ALL LEAD TO ONE PATH
OF DARKNESS.
UPON THIS PATH, LIES
AND BETRAYAL,
BLIND US FROM THE
LIGHT --
OF TRUTH AND
JUSTICE.
INDIVIDUALS SUCH AS
SNOWDEN AND VENTURA
KEEP US VIGILANT TO
THE EVER PRESENT
ABUSE OF POWER.
HUMAN BEINGS ARE
DESIGNED FOR A
BETTER DESTINY --
OF WONDER AND
ENLIGHTENMENT.
DO NOT BELIEVE WHAT
ONE HEARS ON
TELEVISION
AS TRUTH.
RESEARCH, QUESTION,
AND PROTEST
PEACEFULLY,
THE LIES WE HAVE
BEEN TOLD.
THE STARS ARE
WAITING FOR
HUMANITY.
OUR DESTINY IS OF
THE STARS,
SO WE MAY JOIN THE
COSMIC CIVILIZATIONS
AND
EVOLVE TOWARD OUR
SPIRITUAL TRUTH.
THE HIGHER
DIMENSIONS AWAIT US.
WRITTEN BY,
CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
I feel like I’m floating
Through a cloud of gas particle
Deluxe.
Electric orbits playing catch,
While silently I contemplate such theoretical
Existence.
Energy flowing like a circle in symmetry;
A silent entropic increase bends all
Meaning.
Orbit pulling influences go unnoticed;
Subliminal linearity continues to delude us
Unnoted.
I feel pulled and stretched in quantum time,
But relativity does not roll
Dice.
A strong and weak fusion controls our elation,
While the unconscious nuclear pilgrims’ continue on in
Patience.
Determined existence yet muonically random;
What a strange “grand design” we live in,
Yet…
Orbits on
Unnoted.
Countless stars
And planets too
On this particular sphere
Minuscule I stand
Never to fall or fly away
But, left to admire
The creations of his hand
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