AND NOW, THE END IS NEAR, THE TIME TO FACE THE FINAL CURTAIN. MY FRIEND, IT'S BEEN CLEAR, MY DESTINY, SECURED AND CERTAIN. I LIVED A LIFE OF FAITH,  I'VE TRAVELED WIDE AND NARROW HIGHWAYS, AND MORE, MUCH MORE THAN THIS, I DID IT GOD'S WAY.

REGRETS, I'VE HAD A FEW, BUT THANK THE LORD, TOO FEW TO MENTION. I DID WHAT WAS RIGHT TO DO AND FOLLOWED THROUGH WITH SOME EXCEPTIONS. I PLANNED A CHARTERED COURSE TOOK CAREFUL STEPS ALONG THE BYWAY, AND MORE, MUCH MORE THAN THIS, I FOLLOWED GOD'S WAY.

YES, THERE WERE TIMES, I'M SURE YOU KNEW, WHEN I SAID AND DID WHAT I OUGHT NOT TO DO...BECAME CONFUSED AND FILLED WITH DOUBT; YOU SHOWED THE WAY AND THINGS TURNED OUT. I HEARD YOUR CALL, AND I STOOD TALL, AND FOLLOWED GOD'S WAY.

I'VE HAD MY UPS. I'VE HAD MY DOWNS. I HAD SOME WINS, MY SHARE OF LOSING. AND NOW, AS I LOOK BACK, THOSE TIMES I STRAYED, MADE LIFE CONFUSING.
TO THINK, I DID ALL THAT,  BUT SADLY SAY, MOSTLY THE HARD WAY...SAVED MY HIS GRACE, LEFT NOT A TRACE,  FOR THAT IS GOD'S WAY.

FOR WHAT IS A MAN WHAT HAS HE GOT?  IF NOT THE LORD IN THE NUMBER ONE SPOT!  HE'LL NEVER KNOW OR TRULY FEEL, TO LIVE IS TO LOVE AND SERVE AND KNEEL!
THE RECORDS SHOWS WHEN WILL WE KNOW TO FOLLOW GOD'S WAY? FOLLOW GOD'S WAY.


BY MILTON L. DELGADO

Being or not being,
Existence or no existence:
That is the fifty-fifty question,
The flip of the coin.

Everything is down to this –
Pure chance.
A celestial bet.

Yet can non-existence exist
Without existence?
Was it all inevitable?
Mathematical formulae
Beyond the mortal mind?

There may be some answer here,
To this cosmic riddle.
But it’s way above
My intellectual scope.

We can choose
Or grow
Our Gods
And hope for spiritual
Redemption.

But fully knowing
What it’s all about
May never be achieved
No matter how hard
We try.

All we can do is make the most
Of what Lady Luck
Has spawned
To us.
Thank Goodness
That we are here,
Take care of our world
And hope
That Life will last.

Paul Butters

© PB 24\5\2019.

where the sun was born
and the gods fell from grace
thousands of miles away
I am still yours,
and you are still mine,
we have more than just a night.

A strange pilot this
world is, fighting glassy,
distant nomads for space.
In time, vends names.

Foam alone in fear.
“Did you see that?”,
I fear not dear.
No one was watching.

Or they didn’t care.

- Gods

To dance through the
negotiations of gods and men,
To pull the strings
tighter than the strings of your dress.

Adrift from hand to hand,
with fingertips soft as leather
and a head as empty as the city,
you delicately play your hand.

God has woven your souls,
or so the legend is told.
But somehow I find you four years later
With another man, and a country to rule.

To stand over the world,
to watch the turn of time—
I don’t think I’ll be ready
to take on the burden of a god.

So here I sit, waiting—
I will sit and watch until my last breath.
I will await my end, so hellbent on gods
that I will miss the time I had dreamed of.

I held a candle to my demons
for so long.
But he distinguished them with the
whisper of His voice.