Questions of an afterlife, our previous lives before. More accepted as we age, more possibilities to explore. Heavenly visions painted, heart guiding hand to create. An artist stroke upon canvas, painting our beautiful fate.
Doubts creeping into crevices, searching an awesome abyss, Answers dodging our questions, to the reasons we exist. Pray as you might in the dark of your night, all alone there… A humble request, you asked to be blessed, to the night air.
A story to hold onto, grasping tightly with both hands, Accepting what we don’t know, to be true or understand. Unanswered prayers in tearful plead, no sign of conformation, Wondering, hoping, praying, with confident expectations.
Because we have an opportunity to choose our attitude and focus our intentions in the present moment, the world and our own personal lives are a reflection of our thoughts. It is our 360 degree review on how we think. Put simply, our job is to fully
Because we have an opportunity to choose our attitude and focus our intentions in the present moment, the world and our own personal lives are a reflection of our thoughts. It is our 360 degree review on how we think. Put simply, our job is to fully
Intuitively, I know I've lived many lifetimes, and none more interesting than the one I'm living now. However, being born an old soul somehow did not excuse me from the same job I share with you and that is learning to craft a positive attitude about
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Love your poetry. I've found, in life, that if your expectations are minimal your disappointments are also. Bless You.
Allen
excellent query into existence ...
Sandie May Angel
Wonderful poem!