A raging river with skies of blue overhead,
white caps prance with their mighty splash,
to live or die, to prosper or soon be dead,
in a world of yesterday nothing ever last.
Survival is a mixture of luck and human skill,
while forces of nature beckon upon our door,
a struggle of one’s body, heart, soul and will,
the conflict wages for living is a constant war.
In the mist of the battlefield we find tomorrow,
another dimension but the same playing field,
filled with laughter, solitude, and much sorrow,
we venture forward with faith as are only shield.
Beauty and the beast clash in mindful illusion,
where cherished moments fade into the light,
left with memories, hope and utter confusion,
each day fighting to survive before the night.
In this world of love and hate, anger and pain,
we move forward clashing in the raging river,
hearts filled with emotion, drenched in the rain,
holding onto faith and love until it is delivered.
There is much difficulty in our troubled world and you have described it well. I especially like the sentence, "we venture forward with faith as are only shield."
Beauty and the beast clash in mindful illusion,
where cherished moments fade into the light,
left with memories, hope and utter confusion,
each day fighting to survive before the night.
Explains the realizations that have given the author the views of living life fully. The life each person dreams about.
You must take a look at yourself before dreams can be reached.
Deciding what is the core of belief.
Histories of the world are generally written to either celebrate technology and science, or to herald doom. My book examines the path of the spirit in the onward rush.
A scientist/philosopher explores the mysteries of existence in a highly personal quest for answers to life's ultimate questions, forging a bridge between sterile science and spiritual values -- a scholarly work for all who seek wisdom, truth, true fr
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Be always safe,
Karen
where cherished moments fade into the light,
left with memories, hope and utter confusion,
each day fighting to survive before the night.
How true are these lines.
rege