surrounded in joy, sun rays of love

filled with the light of  happiness,

I say this kind of something

was meant to be

love,

a precious word,

fulfilling endless grace,

and mercy,

telling a soul on this day, and

every day passing

that

you were meant to be

eyes, ears,

these two things,

wait and behold

to be

inspired by Our Fathers words,

shielding and protecting a right

to walk away from an aching

world in bad spirit, telling you,

this kind of spirit was never meant to be

it was never meant

for you to be

cut , folded,

minced, mixed and mingled

into mean-spirits

continuously burning  with

the collection of tears fueling

the wasteland of no real promises,

and asking,

if the question to be is the

last question for your soul to

remain free and be, then

how long will you do wrong

for right, refusing his word that

teaches us that we were meant to be

caught up and inspirited by his word,

the true author of these words

finding understanding in these

words are waiting to teach us a

better way to do our works

so do we try now to get it right or

do we stand waiting for judgment

day to answer, why

which of his people are in the waiting

pool of evil, suddenly thinking twice

with second thoughts, with tears

falling without a prayer

was there hope without prayer when the

last tear fell,

was the last tear without pardon to

the wicked ways

a world still trying to uncover

and maneuver life’s plan, and

life’s place, you’ll never find the

perfect match when it’s that

prayer not prayed

did a new direction set the path

telling you which way was up,

and which way was down?