There are times
When shadows
Reach out
disguised
As something else
So loving,
And
Get inside your mind (So well),
They
know your weaknesses (Better than you),
Hide
True intentions
And you hurt
deep within
just when you
Feel stronger
A hand reaches out
Of the shadows
Wrapped in
remorse and
"newly" cleansed,
but you know
better this time
you know
better
take your strength
back now
(Before it's too late)

I cry for things I might have done
And who I might have been.

I cry for opportunities missed
And enterprise that failed.

I cry for hands I might have held
That somehow I let slip away.

I cry beause the time is short
With so much treasure left unfound.

I cry because it’s the only thing
That’s somehow left for me to do.
                  ljm

Why can't my God
Be love?
Spirit within
Longs to be lifted up
God(s) is
Different
To each of us
Above all
My God is love
Guiding me
So I go
Following intuitively
The Creator has always
Led the way
A protector although
Any day can be the last
No fear of death
Here on earth with all the horrors
I believe that all beliefs
Can be as one
As we all worship
What is in each of our hearts
My God I know so close
Angels sent from above
Guided by love
The spirit free to fly
At last