Womb of pacifist behest...Stokes an inner flame...
SELFLESSNESS
Humble acts of selflessness Blessings Not a curse The more a child within Practices acceptance Quite simply
It’s not about me The Master gives us guidance In love “Feed My sheep” Massive ego Distant blur this day Replaced By raw compassion Come to grips With simple love A holy species thrives No true earthly shortcuts “Ye must be born again" The only path to peace Womb of pacifist behest Stokes an inner flame To serve Without regret As Christ so clearly leads Blind faith Paramount Trust In fertile soil All glory His alone Pointed purpose is to serve The trip Unencumbered Destination crosshairs Sincere eternal focus Such a blessed honor Brilliant grace bestowed Despite human frailty
Bill, this poem is such an inspirational writing, serving God without any regrets is what we are suppose to do as His children. We must be focused on His words to receive total blessings. I this is a great write!
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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