I sit upon the hill
And there all around me
I see natures beauty,
I see the greens of the fields,
I see the browns of the trees.
I look up to the sky,
And there all above me
I see the blues of the sky,
I see the whites of the clouds
With such wonderful beauty surrounding me.
I sit there and realise,
Realise that I am so lucky,
So lucky to see it all,
All of Natures artwork,
Shown to me
On Nature’s vast canvas,
For my absolute enjoyment.
The black days are upon us,
Those times when all goes wrong,
But look ahead and see.
The grey days fill us with fear,
Where do we go from here,
Look ahead and see it.
The white days are upon us,
All is well in our lives,
It has been found.
Where once there was darkness
Now there is light,
And no matter how bad life appears
That light will never fail.
Along the path I travel,
The way ahead is clear,
I see the final corner,
The end is very near.
I walk around the corner,
Fulfilment in my mind,
The path that I had followed,
Was not what I should find.
The path was blocked in this life,
A new path to be found,
My life’s direction will change,
New glories WILL abound.
I was sitting on my cloud
Just thinking about religion,
God swept by,
Saw me and came back.
“Can I sit with you?” he asked,
“It’s allegedly a free heaven,
So you can do what you like!”
“You’re in a bad mood” he said,
“So would you be” I replied,
“My loved one is ill,
We go to Church to pray for her,
You know the Christian way,
But nothing happens,
She just gets worse”
“Well it could be lies” He said,
“What do you mean lies” I asked,
“Do you believe in God?” he asked,
“Of course I do;
Otherwise I wouldn’t be speaking to you!”
“Yes that’s right,
You know I exist,
But I am Your God,
Your Spirit”
“Yes, that goes without saying,
I know you are there
And I will be with you until the end”
“Have I ever promised you anything
Anything to help you?” he said
“No your haven’t,
You will be with me
And I with you,
But nothing else has been promised,
Just us being as one forever”
“There you are then,
It is not me that is the problem,
It is the belief that the Christian God,
The father of Jesus can help you”
“So Christianity in its power to help all
Is a myth?”
“Yes, it is a myth created by men,
You know those men who believe,
Believe that there is money in it,
Money in it for them”.
“I suppose that you are right,
All the money that the Church has
They keep for themselves
To buy treasures
Allegedly for the worship of you!”
“I don’t want treasures
I want reality,
As you now realise
Money and power lead to distress,
Lead to greed,,
Lead to anger
Lead to war”.
“So what should I do?” I asked,
“That’s up to you” he said
“But one way would be to leave,
Leave the idea that Christianity
Or any man contrived religions are worthy,
Worthy of your support,
And step into a new world,
A new world of reality”
“Now that’s an idea!” I replied,
“Reality for all would work”.
“Only if those in power let it”.
God replied as he sailed away.
Abominable
Oversimplification
Obligatory.
I walked through the woods
In harmony with natures glory.
I looked ahead and saw the beauty,
The beauty of the trees,
So many colours unseen by many,
But to me the wonder of nature
Coloured my life.
I looked up
And the light shone,
Shone through the branches
Sprinkling light throughout my life.
The wonder of nature’s art
Complemented by the sound,
The sound of nature’s symphony,
That music of life
Bringing glory to my world
Enough for me to write these words.
So my life is fulfilled,
Fulfilled with art,
With music,
And with words,
My Wonderful Life.
In our lives we often find evil,
Evil in others,
Evil within ourselves.
If unrestrained that evil
Will cause o much harm.
That evil can be tamed,
As what is evil
Can be contained,
Can be contained within good,
And the good will show us,
Show us the way forward,
The way forward into love,
Into love and peace.
All of us sit at the table of life
Interacting with each other,
Interacting to ensure that our lives combine,
Combine into a bright fulfilling future.
We may argue,
We may agree,
But as long as the respect for each other
Can be seen to be fulfilled
We can be as one at the table,
We can move forward in life.
But it often happens in our lives
That one day respect stops,
Respect is no longer being served.
When that day happens
You must find the courage,
The courage to leave the table.
I sit with the page before me
And the words come tumbling out.
My mind, heart and soul
Are so full of them
That all else is forgotten
And I become lost,
Lost in the world of poetry,
Where time ceases to exist.
The words go on the page
From my never empty mind
Until I look up
And find that time has disappeared,
Disappeared onto the page,
With the words that I have written,
And needed to be there,
As these words need to be.
We enter life ignorant,
Ignorant of everything.
As we grow, we learn,
Learn so many things.
Every day we search,
Search for new ways,
Search for wisdom.
Each day is special
As we learn the meanings,
The meanings of life.
Sometimes we stop learning,
We think we understand all,
But what we do not realise
Is that understanding
Makes the mind lazy.
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