I walked through the door wondering
With so much uncertainty and doubt
How bitter can life be?
Day by day, moon after moon,
Long life of pain and misery
Unbearable pursuit of all evil
Oh, how cruel can it be before  evil disappears?
This mad desire to **** and  destroy
Hmm, maybe we should disappear into the deepest realm of the immortals?
What possibilities are there?
Or perhaps we should disappear from the face of the earth?
Is this the end of this impending misery?
Well, with all the darkness and evil
There is always a place of truth and sweet liberation
The truth can never be hidden or changed.
I'm on a long journey with little but no time, But I know in whom I have believed
The invisible  has so much wisdom
Have no faith in yourself
I have looked, seen the principles floating everywhere
In the air, the earth and the sea.
Whoever goes his own way
Indeed, he will drown under the dark spell of the wicked
Behold the path as transparent as crystal
Radiant with unimaginable light and beauty,
Let the wise read between the lines
I understand I am a man of impure lips
But wisdom has taught me of the man of cleansing,
I will not be devoured.

I have a little store;
Yet much I give,
They gather so much a wealth,
My mind never craves;
For the earth will perish,
But love never dies.

The Maker of man is wise,
The rich and the poor,
We are all pilgrims;
Their soul only craves gratification,
Yet, no princely pomp,
And no wealthy store,
Can give that which we own not,
I am at peace with my lot.

I gazed upon the skies,
Much is being done;
Under the sun,
Lies the pains of many;
The earth never has enough for greed,
They gather so much,
I little have, yet I seek no more,
My soul is content,
Beaming with eternal happiness.

Perhaps time will tell,
We all will be there.
Yes, death comes to us all;
The rich and the poor,
Pain and misery are ever-present,
At the door of every man.
As for me, my heart is pure,
I laugh not at another's loss,
That day comes to us all.

I am rich with little store;
Many they have yet still crave.
My mind is must content,
For the earthly bliss
Only last for a night
But love never dies
Perhaps all that we need.

We all can tell,
The abundance of the earth,
Only can meet our needs,
To care and give,
Yet not for our greed,
For what is earthly pleasure?
Wealth or fame?
Certainly, they fade away
Like the stars of the morning
And her glory passing away.

Happiness is.....
The sound of rock cracking
The sound of waves blowing
The taste of fresh cake
The smell of food cooking
The touch of slime on a plate
The sight of the shinning sun
The sound of people playing.
C. 2021 Gad Moses.

The day light is fading away
The moon is unveiled,
Spreading her light abroad,
With her beauty revealing
the Makers love,
We are the sons of God.

In the calmness of the night,
When the universe goes to sleep,
Lies in the heart of many the
deepest melancholy,
A time when the soul
feels most alone.

Oh my soul listen to the
tunes of my heart,
Restless and breathless,
Give life to my voice,
And bid the aching heart farewell,
And sooth the pensive visionary mind.


Listen O God, where are you
I am incomplete without you.
Like the sky, alone in the gloom,
A sad dark night without the moon,
Your words are healing magic,
Like the abode of the stars,
It is most beautiful and soothing.

The earth is bleeding,
Upon our hearts her tears are shed,
It is ruined, damaged, and destroyed,
One can tell even without divine interpretation,
Like burning of a flame,
And fading away of stars of the morning,
Her glory is passing away,
Swiftly like labour pains,
At the hearing of the cry of the baby.

Avid for a breath of fresh air,
He walked away from the world around him,
Deep down his soul appear calmness beyond his words to tell,
As he walked through the woods,
Leaving behind the miseries and pains the world brings,
With the pleasant sound of nature,
And beautiful colourful birds in the woods,
Speaking to him the truth of the matter,
The present reality and the future beyond,
His soul finds peace in a walk with nature.

To him is better to be alone,
Than dine in congregation of the unwise,
Attuned to the completeness of his own presence,
The absence of the outside world amounts nothingness,
Somewhere inside his heart,
Seems to reveal a hidden truth,
Separated from each others doom,
He can tell from the truth in the infallible ancient book,
Salvation draweth nigh.

Shall he cling unto the world,
His heart only will fail him,
For a wicked world has nothing to offer,
By day or by night,
Hate and violence just increases,
He can tell without much doubt,
The world is full of anxiety,
Folks who do not understand,
But walks only in the things of flesh,
Self gratification and indulgence.

Only a few understands mercy,
The throng for granted has taken grace unmerited,
With thousand more sleeping and uniting in all that fails,
At his solitude walk he affirmed true peace is divine,
A joy the world can't give,
His journey into the morrow unseen,
Is the hope of his glory,
He said as he continued to abide upon the scene.

The year has come and gone,
Will the later appear,
Better than the former?
I wish we could tell,
Shall I in silence go?
Like we could tell the morrow,
I wish we could tell.

Shall we in burdens of year go,
Into the morrow unseen?
I wish we could tell,
In pains or in laughter,
Today is mine,
Tomorrow I can't tell,
Oh I wish we could tell.

Let the burdens die,
Let the year go,
Amid her troubles,
Shall our little smiles,
Like a seed be buried?
And the sweet memories,
Like the vapour fading away,
Oh what hope lies ahead?
I wish we could tell.

Even in the means of war,
The horse is fearless,
Let the wind blow,
Let the storm come,
Let the tide rise,
Like the horse,
In the field of battle,
Cowering not in fear, I stand.

My smiles shall shine,
Like the new day sun,
It shall radiat into the morrow,
For my anchor is He,
Who only can tell the morrow,
Oh I wish you were here.