A single piece of paper,
    Is not a suitable canvas
    For me to write your design.
Do you have a Post-It?

to find out
what we want
is to point out
what we don't want

Our childhood's prime game;
Creating a paper plane.
Making it fly high,
But it never reached the sky.

We would continue to raise the bar,
But still we wouldn't get very far.
We would trust a redesign,
But never anything different from our own design.

We would work soley for ourselves;
To keep the success to ourselves.
We would spend all day redesigning a paper plane,
But never on redesigning our life's shame.

We live for a paper plane
And its thrill - day by day.
We would accept our life's flaws,
But never our paper plane's flaws.

We would live for irrelevant people and objects,
But never for our own salvation.
We would live with a self-opinionated attitude,
But why do we now live with our opinion based on that of the world?

We live like a paper plane;
Flying high, just to be redesigned.
The world never helps us stay sane
As we're always seen as a failed design.

If I believed
there were no God
I would tell you so

But I have seen wonders
and I have seen signs
Supernatural happenings
By the power of Love's
Devine design

Far beyond
the comprehension
of mine or any other
human mind

So some then are good
Some then have faith
Others live just
long enough to meet
an horrendous fate

A life story is told
As the life unfolds
Some lived for
themselves alone
Others lived for
The Higher Hope

Knowing each
thing is remembered
Everything is known

That exist there
God...

Who then is Love

Who both forever cares
and Who always knows.

God is...
The good and perfect
Spirit of Love.


-R.

(9.17.17)
-LA