A man still in the darkness
Who has never seen the light
Is better than a man toying with darkness
From the vantage point of light
One knows and lives with the pain
The other sees his own injuries and bleedings
One only reaches for whatever to hold and retain
Another well sees the paths and their leadings
One a stickler for the ways of the ancestors
Better he who remains until he finds new conviction
Than he who tramples on God as one of the gestures
Of one feeling free of need for his accumulation
If the worldly want to keep their worldliness
With cunningness, insistence and assertion
Ye called by God's Name keep your godliness
With faith, the Word, assurance and meditation
Whoever know what to do and doesn't sins
Whoever lacks by rejecting knowledge perishes
Yes, endowment can come to one who gleans
And a gleam can lead to the light that virtue relishes
K. Muitherero
Categories:
leadings, christian, culture, men,
Form: Rhyme
Perilous assumption, the faith I've read
my mind, my mind, the tone of led
is not contingent on my tread
but hope in virtue's seaming knead!
The evermore, I vacate head
and pray, accomplish what God's said,
no idling force, depicts instead
there must be action, leadings fed!
Oh, path's dissentious rise from bed
creating logic, fear not dread
by peace's hodge-podge, stealth unwed
some oneness, trust's lodge, copious, shed!
Is prayer, surmounting, higher . . . . . said!
Categories:
leadings, prayer,
Form: Monorhyme
A claim from me of your shadow is the attention of my own,
and when you point to mine as well we then become the same.
Should this then be justified, to move our selves to this?
I will say yes if through it we quell the line of intent those forms expel.
Does quell then lead us as if we've moved?
at last transparent in sight and in mood?
with memory to move by what attentions grasp,
and already again we start to maintain a past.
See, there is more to the abstract then memory or sex,
or leading attention to forms of the next.
Or even the lines which bring form to the scape
for the witness towards constructs of worlds where we meet.
It's more then our knowing of your memory and leadings,
and far more then the affect put forth from proceedings.
or the memory of action of you within another...
already abstracted, and unknown still abstracting.
There is more to the abstract then sound, memory, movement or sex...
or even the act of bringing our attention to the next.
Merge with me,
least we still become these shadows.
Categories:
leadings, death, education, friendship, parody,
Form: Free verse
He counsels like no other
His leadings are beyond wonder
Always caring than any mother
He is loving like a sincere father
Through the heart of man He searches
The truth we need to hear He teaches
Out to the unloved He reaches
The true way to life He preaches
In Him lies the power to guide
Those who are not yet Christ's bride
Saving those that are affected by the devil's tide
And bringing them unto God's side
The lost in the world He leads to the altar
And to the thirsty He shows the living water
He is able to remould man's life like a potter
Always feeding the hungary with heavenly butter
Categories:
leadings, religion, life,
Form: Rhyme
Awake, sleep is washed from dreamy eyes. Instincts old and new
arrive to drive the days's perspective.
I must convey that my heart sings when java, hot and steamy, brewed in
my own pot or not, flavored with my favorite mocha, mint or cream,
wakes me from a hazy dream. Another jewel of life is toast
to eat, when made just right, covered with the gel of bee or berry.
I turn again at night to the chance that I might marry ala mode with
apple pie. I could have A bulging belly, several chins and tighter
rings. Thus I end another day with wise and prudent leadings. Where is
the nearest fast-food restaurant so I can get my feeding?
Categories:
leadings, love, perspective,
Form: I do not know?