The Scare Crow
To serve a purpose for this I was created
Filling this void, I’m labeled with greatness
This position in which I find myself,
not exactly what exactly what I had in mind
Though here I stand with a smile on my face
Thinking it’s just a matter of time, though
I’m beginning to make peace with my lot in life
learning to exist without much strife
I am valuable to my creator
So who am I to devalue?
The purpose of my life
Adam and Eve
Eve strolls through the garden the trees are beautiful, the water fountains are huge, flowing and fresh
She sits on a bench under the apple tree in the middle of the garden, to watch the birds and butterflies flutter by
She looks to her right to see a serpent with a forbidden apple, he explains to her the benefit of taking a bite
She eagerly declines and explain to the serpent it is not necessary for her to gain unlimited knowledge
Because she speaks to her Creator several times a day and He gives her all that her heart desires and more
She agrees to ask her husbands’ opinion because the serpent insists.
The next day Adam joined Eve on her stroll to meet the serpent and the same offer was extended to Adam
Adam graciously declines and explains that there are laws that must be obeyed to promote safety and tranquility but he’d speak to the Creator to see what He has to say
The serpent slyly slithering away, whispering “Oh, No! that’s just fine
No need to bother the Big Guy, He has enough on His Mind”
No bother, Adam said, I talk to Him all the time
The Big Guy was informed of the serpent’s request and for attempting to break the law, he was silenced and forbidden any access to the Beloved Ones
Realize We Never Left the Garden of Eden
We are merely having a nightmare
Wake up!
Laura aka ZenDiva4u
TRANQUIL MOUNTAIN HIKE
Capturing Beauty
I see a thing of beauty, with a different flair
I see the lines, they pull me in and I’m held captive there
Colors so vivid or so sultry soft, Water’s flowing soothing my soul
I must save this moment in time
So I pause, click
The picture is mine.
When I am dead, my dearest,
Celebrate my memory
Remember the trinkets we exchanged,
As we strolled through life breezily
Set my soul free over the ocean,
And I’ll blow into eternity
As you dance the dance of the gypsies
Singing sweet melodies
I’ll look down upon your silhouettes
And send you a goodbye kiss
Gently caressing your forehead
You’ll wipe away the mist
Of ecstasy as you chase my ascending bliss
Vowing never to forget our tender moments
In the picture she’s standing in front of a garden Taking the trip of a lifetime with the “man of her dreams”
She smiles at the rose colored lens
She’s in the prime of her life but she does not realize it
Her only focus is the man standing behind the camera
She’s traveling to a distant place, trusting all will be ok
He’s shooting this picture with the thought of
having her exposed by the end of the night
The beautiful garden behind her represents
the beautiful growth within her
She longs to experience the sweetness of life
She’s like a bee, smelling the flowers, gathering nectar
So she can produce her own honey
Today life is sweet, the flowers are lovely and
she’s flying high, enjoying every minute of it
Hopefully when the negative is developed
She’ll remember the beauty within the print
& She does.
A swagger so tight, and oh so fine
A smile so charming it will blow your mind
A demeanor so sweet and so divine
A power so subtle, it’s like a fine wine
A layup so smooth and a defense so swift
A strategy so profound the opponents are miffed
They call him, Mr. President
If you are ruthless enough, you may cut his lip
And cause him to pause, but he will never trip
Because he’s cool, he’s calm, he’s collected
Always on time, with a strong foundation
That’s never far behind. He built it that way.
He is the rock, upon which they stand,
They are his supporters, forever raising their hands
To cheer him on to the promise land
Because the “Dream” has become reality
And United We Stand, Divided We Will Fall
Take heed my brother and answer the call!
They call him Mr. President
