I got snippets of lines that in the back of my mind I recognized from previous poems (Since time began, there’s been a plan… Heaven isn’t far, it’s right here where you are… Co-create, that’s your fate …) I asked them to give me something different, and they did: limericks!!! (of sorts) which flowed non-stop, no thinking on my part!
There once was a little boy
Who had a little toy
And with it he did play
Each and every day
It brought him so much joy
But in the end
His fun he did spend
On games and things
Guns and rings
His will it did not bend
As boys grow older
And the seasons colder
Changes they make
There’s more at stake
Their actions they grow bolder
But here’s the lesson you should learn
For all the money you can earn
Nothing lasts forever
Have it now … whatever
Your treasures they can burn
The thing that matters most
Is relying on your Host
He’s there inside
He does not hide
Nor like the ego boast
Search inside and find this treasure
There lies peace and beauty without measure
It’s there for all
Who make the call
So call it at your leisure
Search not in buildings with roofs
For the eternal truths
Look in your heart
For there thou art
Most likely to find the proofs
* * *
Yes, we’re good
You knew we could
Change the rhyme
Given time
But what difference does it make
What patterns the lines take
So long as you do come and listen
There’s much work to be done
Come back each day
And together we’ll pray.
God bless you all.
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