Flying over the earth in ecstatic joy and mirth.
Feeling billowy and devastatingly sweet.
Free as I have ever felt.
Unencumbered by a human body.
It was a redemption most divine.
A new beginning, and time was all mine.
No approval did I need nor seek.
I was resoundingly complete!
Gratitude filled my cloud soul, as up in the universe I rose.
I belonged to all the earth, unlimitedly.
Humanity, ah, humanity admired my cloud shapes, endlessly.
And oh, I loved them so!
Such astounding peace I feel and eternal freedom.
So sings my aloft, cloud soul!
11-9- 2020
love others
hate nobody
care someone
love unlimitedly
Love own self
neglecting other perspective....
The love of God is unlimitedly vast
no measure of it can we attain
it’s fathomless in its great depth
no description’s possible from any brain
Almighty God Himself sends it forth
in all His great deeds of kindness
protecting sustaining this earth here
no matter our worsening spiritual blindness
God loves us no matter our great sin
how often we betray Him but yet
He keeps pouring it out upon us
this we owe Him an unpayable debt
But this debt Jesus paid in full
giving His life as a sacrificial lamb
what price is this of such love
granting to us His healing balm
Many waters can’t quench love
no amount of oceans remove it away
for God’s love is indeed simply perfect
coming constantly filling our needful bay
(‘Many waters can’t quench love, rivers cannot sweep it away.’
Song of Solomon ch. 8 v. 7.)
There were the beginning of things I never knew
But the ending of things to somehow take in stride
How do one deal with circumstance when it's all but new?
Did we not pretend we already know to go along for the ride?
Do we fall into place when we begin to know?
Do we stir or steer away by a predicted outcome?
Always a shame to always learn not to show...
The simple truth of any matter we try so hard to outrun
I have tried so damn hard to be honest
Yet of truth do humanity always otherwise prefer
Is that reason why amongst is easy to be the loneliest?
When a limited self we ignore to unlimitedly alter
Do you know what it all means?
It means the older we get, its stubbornness we endear
Where life never is enough for prints...
Have we even a organizable truth for even a peer?
How did it all begin... if I knew...
I have a life I know to go along with the ride
There were the beginning of things that comes so new
With never the ending to come in stride...
A walking cradle
A scaffold
Just support
Underpinnings are cushions of support.
We exacerbate to defeat negative thoughts.
We want success because this soothes our words.
Impaired from those that know how to hinder when moving forward, is a liaison to destroy.
A philosophical standard is not atypical.
This provides acumen and vision.
A walking cradle
Your framework
Empowered to join in a cause
A platform to stand on is that designed to level up.
Your thinking encounters more knowledge.
Edifice so large, that organization is a network.
Associate positive environment.
Correlate your roller deck.
Connect your mind to solidarity.
The structure is in order to induce the luring of optimistic tools.
To progress, becomes categorical.
Firm uncompromising unconditional
Absolute your milieu unlimitedly!
Cultivate your own means.
Flourish breed
A walking cradle
A new school
Promulgated!
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