I was born and opened the door of life like a poor person.
I will die and close this door of my life like a poor person.
Because
My world can be measured with money.
Humanity is just word.

Sometimes
Sleep just doesn’t come
And I lie awake
Unable to quiet my mind
Or body
And even tossing and turning
Doesn’t seem to help
To bring a stillness
So
Tea is my go to friend
And quiet and solitude
Seem to bring forward
A tranquility
Of spirit
Life can be tough
And
Quiet and solitude
Seem
To
Help

Vision
is a molded masterpiece
from the Almighty Maker,
an optical order
from the Divine Creator,
becoming sight for we who do not see
Sent to each visionary
to believe
in the simple truth
we possess

Vision
is to glimpse God,
the artistic nature
that His mighty hand has left
Obvious details about us,
even if focus is found
through failing sight
With a heavenly pair of lenses,
looking at what we cannot behold,
we can imagine eternity

Vision
is a tuning device,
a fine violin
rupturing the eardrum
of mediocrity
An untapped well
in refreshing water
designed to leak and splash
and spring into potential
upon the souls and minds
of mankind

Vision,
a prerequisite to each breath,
a telescope to uninhabited skies,
a stethoscope to the desires of the heart,
is Godly intent,
the gut of greatness,
as we mortals
any purposeful plan
conspire
creation