My Wish Today
Today, oh what a day it is!the sun it shines, the bees they bizz,
I'm blessed above most every man,
but aren't my feet still made of sand ?
And others in the hierarchy,
of this poor world will never be,
but wretched in their poverty;
Yet, there are those, seems they "have not,"
that have a joy, others have not,
for, not of this world, Joy it is,
and Love it waits for us, It is!
So why should I workup my thought
to push truth out, to make me fraught,
to play the "what if" game in mind,
to move from Trust, to thinking crime ?
And why should I pretend to be,
as poor those wretched ones I see,
that I might share calamity ?
Do I think God would want more pain ?
that He would want more of the same ?
--an error old as time can be,
the thought that God, not Love is He.
Maybe I made this God mistake,
A God that sees each one’s mistake,
A God that gives forgiveness "if,"
And punishment, not Love, he is.
This picture seems so much like me,
Coincidence or planned to see?
Is this a trick the mind has played,
To keep us bound in what it made ?
Maybe my mind pretends to be,
not like the others are to me,
so I can bath in specialness,
I'm not like them, they're wretchedness.
Yet are not wars to clean the scum,
those wretched ones, for whom we've come,
all those who not like us we see,
outside, above, behind --of me ?
My specialness must be the crime,
the wish to be less than Divine,
the cause of war outside, within,
a hidden lack, the thought of sin.
The wish to make unique and new,
a wish each one keeps hidden too,
creates a world that I do see,
proving to me, that I am me.
Maybe my eyes do lie to me,
my ears as well, tell lies so free,
the bodies touch, it yells out loud
"I'm one unique, not like the Crowd"
I seek out ways to prove this truth,
To see your sin without reproof
That I can be as blemish free,
And you can die instead of me.
The guilt I feel, created too,
Is planned in mind to make me "do,"
I want release from pain to tears,
I push it out to you, my dear!
The circle is complete you see,
The Karma wheel, we live to be,
The guilt I hate I push it out,
And find instead more pain to bout;
But why the pain, and murder muse?
we see each day on TV news,
and why the sickness and final death?
when God is Love, this world's a mess!
Today, oh what a day it is!
the sun it shines, the bees do sting,
the roses bloom, yet full of thorns,
my death awaits, and God, He morns.
For why say's He should I request,
a future full of awfulness,
when He can give such blessedness?
So why not wish for life instead,
and see the sun, while in your bed,
while dreaming death, and pain and fear,
God's love is right now, oh so near.
The truth must be as it must be,
we're One, not two, although we see,
a while through tainted glasses we,
do seem to live apart from Thee.
Let fearful thoughts be gone today,
the sun it shines, like yesterday,
Awaiting but Your Joy and Peace,
I wish instead, Your sweet release.