Ode To Inspiration
O inspiration ours, whence comest thou?
Is it from deep inside us there somehow?
Or is it from a state of absolute freedom?
showering thy grace as practical wisdom
on those whom you deem perhaps to be worthy
and thus crown them with a portion of thy glory!
In certain individual endeavors you tend towards perfection
and this action can be noticed with or by some keen reflection.
For sustained expression you have little regard for space or time
and yet it is within them both you appear to manifest so sublime.
It is also somewhat of a mystery to us all how you do survive
and it's mainly in revelation that you really happen to thrive.
It is with beauty and precision you carry on and accomplish your work
which any of those who have come under your influence try not to shirk.
Though it seems at times you come and go at your own sweet will
that whenever you make an appearance and stay awhile it is a thrill.
If we then keep in tune with thy creative spirit we can do so much
as you're the intelligent guiding hand behind all our efforts as such.
You also tend to make the most of the means found available at your disposal
and any obstacles initially encountered are turned around with your approval.
The creative genius of mankind owes its gratitude and is in eternal debt to you
as you provide the stimulus as inspiration in whatever it does the ages through.
There are many fields of endeavor in which your excellence is made known
and all that is lasting, of a high quality, beautiful, profound is thereby shown.
Incomparable as you are and the backbone of the best in literature, science and art
it's by your sanction we acknowledge the feelings you evoke deep within our heart.
All true religions must have shared a common bond with you at their outset and course
as whatever originally conveyed had underlying similarities of an inexhaustible source.
Yours is that eternal spirit of creativity which all human nature can use for it to benefit by
especially when there's a need to progress and it grasps those things that ever can glorify.
poem by George Krokos

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Prose: God is the Highest Good
Good is the extension of God as His Spirit of manifestation in the phenomenal world. That which constitutes our highest good is ultimately to do with living in tune with His Spirit and Word as revealed in either one of the great religions of the world or by being in harmony with someone who is the very embodiment of the Spirit of God. Once such a person is fortunately found our life takes a turn for the better then. And by following his advice we partake of His grace and love which leads us on in the journey back to our True Home which is none other than the Reality of Eternal Life. That person helps us to realise we are not the body which we are identified with but a free Spirit Soul.
By re-identifying ourselves with our True Nature we come to recognize that we are indeed made in the image and likeness of God our Divine Father. That which is not restricted to any construct of the human mind and is beyond imagination is Divine. This is sometimes revealed to a select few in the form of a revelation or philosophy from time to time and is what history calls religion and is uplifting and blissful. The human mind and intellect cannot comprehend or fathom that which is beyond it but only staggers at the attempt, bewildering as it is to the ego which is the seat of the mind and limited individual personality. Only by the sustained gradual removal of the ego and its eventual death can the limited individual being or soul re-establish its unity or oneness with the Infinite Being, God, forevermore enjoying that Divine State of bliss.
poem by George Krokos

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Ode To Beauty
Ah, beauty! you command so much of our love and respect
but are you in reality like that we have all come to expect?
You always stand out naturally amidst certain things we find
being made of the stuff which captivates our heart and mind.
On appearance you’re exquisite and demand our admiration
and usually have to be handled with care and consideration.
It’s because of you we all become overwhelmed with desire
but if we’re thwarted by indifference we burn in love’s fire.
The world knows where you belong and tries to keep you there
far above all the rest by acknowledging your artistry and flair.
You’re that which it most easily succumbs to without any fuss
because you possess and provide all the appropriate stimulus.
Throughout the ages you have been recognised and adored
and it’s no wonder that with you we seldom ever get bored.
In nature you share a high place besides eternity’s throne,
but to see you as you really are one has to witness it alone.
You tend to take up so much of our time we hardly realise
that you’re the only one which we’ve come to truly idolize.
In our efforts to always possess you we’re usually led astray
and undergo many sacrifices in all our life to make you stay.
What you really are though few have ever come to suspect
let alone truly know how to gain what you offer or collect.
As you come in so many forms we look for you everywhere
and if we happen to find you we’re burdened with much care.
Even in our wildest imagination we can’t forget or ever leave you be
and it seems that you’re the one thing in life we all would like to see.
The truth of the matter is that you really don’t belong to just anyone
and if anyone claims you as their own they spoil everyone else’s fun.
It’s only for a period of time though we appreciate your outward form
as it is either we or you that time gets the better of which is the norm.
If there be an Infinite and Ageless Beauty you’re the temporary expression of
please convey the highest praise and adoration that I can give - my pure love.
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poem by George Krokos

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My Search For Beauty
I went in search of beauty
and with feeling looked around,
I noticed much in my path
where beauty could be found.
It went above human appearance
and feelings that run deep,
it wasn't just in my dreams
when I got my beauty sleep.
The beauty was felt inside
in a divine and blessed way,
it was in the growing flowers
and the nice things that we say.
I found beauty in the sunshine
and in the clouds up high,
the rain that fell upon the earth
and the lightning in the sky.
It twinkled in the stars at night
and the moon at every phase,
righteousness and gratitude
showed beauty in other ways.
It appeared in the shadows
and the kindness that we share,
I found that beauty was hiding
and some didn't see it there.
Beauty is in good memories
and times spent with a friend,
there are signs of beauty
in the messages we send.
Beauty is seen differently
for some it's in disguise,
but we cannot see true beauty
through another person's eyes.
poem by Shelley Williams

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A Inspired Interest To Fulfil Desire!
Power, position, possession are precious for joy, rapture, satisfaction;
Inspiration and interest urge one to take any risk against dangers
To fulfil desire in achieving and acquiring precious things in life!
But who and what give inspiration to have aspiration for progress?
Nature, literature, history, politics and movie inspire many men!
Beauty of Nature, Birds, fish, literary characters, historical leaders,
Charismatic politicians, matinee idols and heroes inspire people!
Inspiration kindles to learn knowledge of all to become intellectuals;
Vision of deep learning helps to have ambition to achieve great things;
For, ambition is the great driving force that drives man of success!
Concentration and intelligent efforts should be directly towards the goal
When inspiration, interest and desire join hand on a mission in hand!
Even a slight sluggishness diversifies mind, bifurcates the route to hell;
So, to fulfil wish one’s aim, ambition and goal should be to the bull’s eye!
poem by Ramesh T A

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Some Positive Views
Let the sun shine and the wind blow
and may nature all of her glory show.
Let rains fall and give life to parched ground
and may all creatures eat of the food around.
Let the snows gather up on the mountains high
and may the stars shine brightly in the night sky.
Let the waves of the ocean come in and go out
and may the moon be full and lighten all about.
Let the weather be pleasant and not too hot or cold
and may the earth retain for long its youthful mold.
Let everyone be happy and able to make ends meet
and may we not be too greedy unable to share a treat.
Let the world and all it contains reveal the Divine glory
and may all humanity live in harmony and tell the story.
Let mankind prosper and reach out for the stars
and may we remember and heal all of our scars.
Let our knowledge grow and practical wisdom prevail
and may all people benefit from what this does entail.
Let love for one and all abound in various manifest ways
and may people everywhere show kindness in their days.
Let all posterity know that the difficult transition was made
and may the spirit of progress towards perfection never fade.
Let all things be used for those worthy ideals and construction
and may they not contribute to some unfortunate destruction.
Let us all work towards the same universal and common ideal
and may we live in truth, love and beauty and keep them real.
Let’s not forget from where we've come and where we're going
and may all that we think, say and do be of some help bestowing.
Let there be light instead of darkness and so dispel all ignorance
and may there be compassion where there was once indifference.
Let there be some hope and joy instead of gloom and despair
and may the sounds of peace and happiness vibrate in the air.
Let us all have faith in ourselves and also in our fellow man
and may we all live by justice and mercy as best as we can.
Let's not dwell too much on the past or future ignoring what can be done now
and may all that is to eventually happen be to everyone's advantage somehow.
Let us keep in mind what is positive and that which appears right
and may all that we think in our heads be guided by the true light.
Let those who sincerely seek find whatever it is that they really need or be after
and may it be something they'll never regret or cause them to lose their laughter.
Let us all learn by and realize the many errors that we make
and may we succeed in perfecting ourselves for our own sake.
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poem by George Krokos

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Author's Inspiration
My fingers do not type the words on the page; they do not draw delusions on a thin piece of white lined paper. They are not meant for the works of art to be used and unworthy for. My fingers are worthy enough to paint pictures inside your cognizance, more than painting a paintless sheet that means nothing to me. My fingers work as if every picture I paint in my mind, inspires them to write the unwritten page, to make it a master piece. But not every inspiration inside my mind, will take merely a second to create. It takes time, patience, and art to smear the writings onto a page. Author inspiration is from what comes from the heart; deep and dark, inspring and light - it's as if it was left inside its cage. No freedom, no light, no darkness, no being of a creature that the render of the paper, simply gave up on inspiring the little ones'. It's as if this mere creature was left within a white blank world. No colors to paint, no words to express. An author inspiration is formed when they see or hear other works of art, whether it's music to their ears, movies they wish to be in, life and feelings that they feel or positioned in, or other writings that they write something else about - but as an inspiration from them. An inspiration can be from anything from the outside world, from what happens inside one's life, to what creates such imagination within one's thoughts that coats the page with color and creativity. Anyone can be talented. Anyone can have an inspiration. You just have to feel and be it.
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The Eternal Kingdom Of The Soul
Wordly kingdoms emerge, rise and eventually fall
but there's one kingdom that does outlast them all.
It is eternal which means it has no beginning or end
though most people in the world don't comprehend.
It has been written and talked about in so many scriptures
yet in the external world doesn't form part of any fixtures.
No matter how grand a structure or building is erected that it may represent
or how many people daily, under its roof for worship, they devoutly frequent.
The kingdom of the everlasting Soul is to be found within us all
and doesn't really have any roof, floor, pulpit or containing wall.
Its own image and essence is all of a glorious Eternal Supreme Being
that with Its own grace, knowledge, light and love one can be seeing.
All we have to do is to acknowledge Its presence and look within,
live our daily lives in accordance with the Truth which is Its Twin
that the highest practical wisdom is based on known to mankind
and has been handed down from ages past for humanity to bind.
This doesn't mean that It belongs or is particular to just one religious belief
but encompasses them all through which people seek to find worldly relief;
because of Its glorious Eternal nature It also has unfathomable or infinite attributes
and beyond the limited mind of man to comprehend though philosophy contributes.
Even the laws of every country or state are based on the Truth;
though due to age old corruption is hardly discerned from youth.
As people have a strong tendency to seek and satisfy there own selfish interests
that go against the universal principles inherent in the wisdom the Soul bequests.
These universal principles are really the backbone of all spiritual aspiration
that have to be adhered to if there's to be any further evolution or realisation,
of mankind's true nature and individual or collective higher moral development
which is a unified and wholistic existence that by the Truth of the Soul is vent.
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poem by George Krokos

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The Word of God Stands Forever
All men are like the flowers and grass that soon will wither away,
However, the Eternal Word of God my friend forever is here to stay.
For in the beginning was The Word and The Word was with God,
Friend not only was The Word with God, The Word is Eternal God.
Jesus Christ is Lord and God and the very Living Word my friend,
He's The Alpha and Omega, and He's the beginning and the end.
Jesus is the Maker and the Sustainer of all things created on earth,
But the only way to truly know The Word is to experience a New Birth.
Then Christ will send The Holy Spirit from His dwelling high above,
He will seal you for the day of Glory, while filling you with love.
The Spirit will then start teaching you Truths from The Word of God,
And will put your feet firmly on a brand new path on which to trod.
For the natural man who lives by bread alone will not live forever,
This will only happen if following The Word is your life's endeavor.
Then His Word will be a lamp for your feet and a light on your path,
Guiding you to Eternal Glory, as Christ delivers you from His wrath.
Sadly many people live like there's no tomorrow in their own desire,
And since they thought The Word was foolish, will finish in the fire.
Like the grass they will perish at the end of their earthly endeavor,
While The Eternal Word of God in Glory continues to stand forever.
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In God’s Time
All will happen in God’s time, through God’s will and design,
Overriding some of our desire, with a purpose that is higher.
In His time all shall see, God’s plan and ways are of eternity,
As He uses all times in ways, to prepare us for eternal days.
We focus on things of earth, but His plan is of eternal worth,
Then by His Grace, in His time, that focus becomes sublime.
For this focus, we have the need, to let The Holy Spirit lead,
Helping us in our earthy life, keep our focus on Jesus Christ.
For as we look upon our state, at times it’s truly hard to wait,
With a heart, quiet and still, as we wait on God’s perfect Will.
Confusing a want with a need, can slide our heart into greed,
Grieving the Spirit, Christ sent, to help our hearts be content.
For it was purely in God’s time, in His Love which was divine,
When He sent His Only Son, to Calvary’s Cross for everyone.
Where He would die and bleed, for sinful man’s biggest need;
The salvation of our mortal soul, to make man eternally whole.
All the needs and cares we face, are handled in God’s Grace,
This in the same time and way, God cared for us on that day,
The day He opened a door for us, mere creatures of the dust,
To gain from Him Eternal Life, by simple trust in Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©02/2008)
My Ever Profound Inspiration
My Ever Profound Inspiration
Is a fortress in my romantic garden
With rounded eyes filled with rage
And a heart that never harden
I don't know him personally
He doesn't know me as well
But he is My Ever Profound Inspiration
The man to whom I fell
My Ever Profound Inspiration
Is my every day morning dew
He is the bitterest nightmare
My sweetest dream that won't come true
He'd been my only one
All throughout these years
My Ever Profound Inspiration
Had bring me lots of tears
My Ever Profound Inspiration
Is now lost in nowhere
I don't know where he is
And this is hard to bear
I know someday we'll meet again
Perhaps he can already give me affection
Be his woman, his bride
His Ever Profound Inspiration
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Aim at perfection, be satisfied with excellence
Aim at perfection
But be satisfied with excellence
As absolute perfection is
Unattainable
We say in science
Absolute zero is unattainable
Perfection means zero defects
In the product or outcome
And it means zero deviation
In the process and systems employed
While excellence in performance is
Being ahead of most of others
With regard to process and
Quality of the product
And this is achievable
It is well known and established that
Imperfection and randomness
Are the essence of survival
And the nature has all its biodiversity
Because of imperfection and
Deviation from the norms
Insistence on perfection
May lead to failures
And likely win you more foes than friends
You may even leave a scar in the hearts of
Your own people and friends
If you zero in on perfection only
The fact remains
There is no perfected art
There is no perfected process
There is no perfected write
All await your touch
And improvement therefrom
You do not compromise either
As you will be struggling to
Excel all others
Target at the best
Arrive at the best possible
poem by Bashyam Narayanan

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Not To Mention
I don't know why it occurred
I just looked at the sky and murmured
I took little sand from the ground and whispered
Put over head and silently uttered
'You were all along my inspiration'
I used to tell her when was at high peak with relation
She will smile and offer no words
But yes she remained my world
I lived beautiful moments in her company
She was never known to so many
Except me and few more to whom I knew
She was indeed exceptional creature to view
Very liberal, innocent and kind at heart
She was on earth as beautiful art
A rare combination of beauty with intelligence
I used to take pride in her presence
'You will miss me so much one day'
She woke me up from deep sleep to say
Will it happen in days to come?
I was sore at thought and did not welcome
Things have moved rapidly
I hardly remember it vividly
She is no more with me today
But she has shown me the way
I wish to write words from my heart
I take pen in hand and make good start
Comparing her to that of moon
But rub and over write something soon
She can't be put in exact words with imagination
She is holding my hand for not to make any revelation
'We are not for people's fancy and cruel joke'
She may suddenly come before eyes and disappear in smoke
'Yes you are absolutely right'
My tearful eyes may try to see the light
She will make no move to go away
I have found her in me but not to mention in any way
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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Ode To The Sun
O glorious dear sun, sovereign of the day, in the sky above
you’re one whose radiance resembles a little of God’s love;
by nurturing all creatures in the world with your unique rays
and setting such a high standard that homage everyone pays.
The Earth and all known planets habitually revolve around thee
as children do their parents whose offspring they happen to be.
Your emissary in the night sky, the moon, a bright reflection is
serving us as a reminder of thy glory while displaying all of his.
You shine on one and all and no discrimination ever make
regardless of who they are and what they do for their sake.
It is no wonder then that people have worshipped you as a deity in the past
and even now continue to do so in ways associated with the weather forecast.
When your light is obstructed by clouds all seems to be sombre and grey
but when the sky is clear your majestic presence illumines the whole day.
The whole world in fact dances to thy rhythmic score which has been set
and plays itself out daily as the dawn and dusk through a yearly quartet.
You have such a strong influence on all life as we know it here
that whether we like it or not you’re a symbol of hope and cheer.
Though it has also been noted that you sometimes have an extreme side
but this depends on the whims of nature to which all things must abide.
All in all to the naked eye you alone reign supreme in the sky’s vast firmament
but to those who see further you’re one of countless others which you represent.
The stars in the night sky are your brothers and sisters no matter how distant they be
some being greater and brighter, but made of the same basic stuff, in the cosmic sea.
There are so many secrets hidden in your bosom which are yet to be revealed
that if and when the time comes much is to be known about life still concealed.
In fact the power and energy that flows to us from you I daresay has a divine source
because you yourself are a centre and beacon of a universal benign and creative force.
And just as you really give so much and seem to ask for nothing in return
I humbly offer this ode to you in praise which by your inspiration did learn.
And although most intelligent creatures hold you in such high esteem
please also acknowledge our debt to you for allowing us to daydream.
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poem by George Krokos

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Who Is God, Where He Is?
When I am a part of this universe,
Rest of universe is my God,
I feel atomic,
my complimentary is gigantic!
When I identify my complimentary is I myself,
Universe and I become one!
Goal of soul is to get all experience,
From prior to human,
then human to divine!
Then comes a day on which universe becomes my own part,
As I and universe can make the whole,
On that day both universe and God are my own parts,
I am the king reigning all loving hearts!
In us there two parts conscious and unconscious,
One is temporal, another eternal,
O temporal Ramdas,
listen to your eternal,
Your experience are mine,
My knowledge is yours,
I am the eternal drummer,
Flute and keyboard synthesizer!
Listen the song of divine,
Temporal is temporary,
Eternal is eternal existence,
Come out of limited nature,
inside there is spirit of grand nature,
Come out of own ignorance,
When the journey of temporal starts, eternal starts singing the tune,
Listen crooning within own heart,
forget the trifles for awhile,
Ceasefire fight for a little,
o temporal one, your own nature is divine,
Be one with it who croons in you,
He is ready to crown you,
His glory is all were your own,
Yet the nonexistent ego, packed you in water of same ocean,
And you feel one among infinite bubbles,
Than infinite is your own nature!
Temporal and eternal were not two,
All the time they were together,
Temporal plays with ego,
no time to listen song divine,
But when tiered sleeps like a baby in its own divine!
When I am in universe and eyes of God,
I am helpless limited,
But in real I am the eternal truth in whom God and universe exist and play!
My own nature is grand beyond
Description of words,
I am a form of energy and that makes the difference,
When ego learns,
I am neither energy nor matter,
Only pure existence, knowledge and bliss!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar

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Amma
Mother, words will not suffice.
Overwhelmed am I thinking of your face.
Tears deep from my heart come up
Hiding my eyes from looking you up.
Efforts control me. There, memories refreshed.
Remote days. Feeling the warmth of you
'Mum mum', I sucked along with ethics fed.
Oh mom, my school of morals are you
Much to the 'will be' of my values.
More to say as I grew on
Abundant you nurtured me to perfection.
Moulded my character and wisdom of great use.
Another woman of her own desires
Meaningfully is absent in you.
An institution yourself of ethereal love is true.
All along caring for my health and efforts
Magnanimity has been your quality.
Marvellous you've been my teacher and philosopher.
Amma your love is incomparable in eternal purity.
poem by Indira Renganathan

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Prajapati or prajapita
Can potter ever slaughter?
His own work as creator
He is called father of mankind
And go on making shapes of different kind
He is also known as clay maker
Another name given for him as "prajapita"* or creator
As almighty creates entire human race
You may find with him pots of different shapes
Not all the pots survive
As not all the children live
In this world and meet the fate
Some may come early and some may come late
You will not find single person of same appearance
Even if found it will be one in million chance
You can never find identical nose and face
Where as there is limited scope to make it from base
How can we forget our own creator?
Who has given us everything as our real mentor?
If all his creations survive successfully
Then there won't be any place left to love peacefully
Many pots break during process
Many break while finding access
Yet some of them come out to find the world
Remind us of power that has been lying in his fold
Not only he is known for his creative work
But exclaimed for exemplary show pieces work
His hand moves without any measurement
To be precise and near to precision instrument
I love to praise his ability to shape
He has no thesis or roads on the map
It is purely human instinct to perfection
The art pieces speak of excellent action
* Prajapati or prajapita…. The father of human race
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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Invest In Eternal Account
An account of now and forever
Is set by being washed forgone
And live your sins behind curveture
And be called the new born creature
Immersed in a deep golden name
The account amount of eternal peace
That glows innermost and benearth his name
He is the son of man, in him he loves
The king of wonders in between he stands
The account of eternal love overflows
In him is the cool well of dove
Come it says, drink its waters of life
And be dressed in his grace
That falls like hailstorm rain
From the convenant keeping God
Invest in the eternal account
And nothing shall siege the heart
Praise his name for his miracles
Glory, glory he takes the shape
In the spirit being, the mankind of his
If he is loved, he comes like a storm
And the grain in its story in the cage
Laying in his eternal eternal account
poem by Paul Mwenelupembe

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European Soul
Written by ricky & kim wilde
I want to tell you of a place that I recall
Where youre drawn by the seduction
And the beauty of it all
You can step into another world
Of poetry and dreams
In a land of mystery
Images dance, translucent colours seem to shine
Theyre a ghostly recollection
Of another space and time
I imagine I can hear their voices calling me
To the land of mystery
Where the russian heart is strong
Like the beating of a drum
Where the magic lingers on
And the fight for thruth is won
Deep in the european soul
And loves eternal flame was burning deep inside
It was the purest inspiration
That he never tried to hide
When you see the lovers floating
You can almost hear them sigh
As you watch them dancing
Up into the sky
The worlds realities are not to be denied
But must we keep destroying all our fantasies
Its hard to look beyond when terror fills our eyes
We mustnt give up trying to let our dreams survive
I touch the paintings with the fingers of my heart
Like a supernatural love affair thats just about to start
But therell always be the hidden dreams Ill never see
In the land of mystery
song performed by by Kim Wilde

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Where Does my Inspiration Lie
As I drive my truck each day I wonder what it is I will see today?
Each day brings something new for my eyes and ears
From state to state, from coast to coast what new things will I see this day?
The sunrises from my front window to my back from day to day
The colors are different each and every day from that sunrise
The scenery is never the same even though I’ve been here dozens of time
Where does my inspiration lie?
Some people have to get up to go to work and it is the same old thing day after day
But here in my old truck things are not that way.
I look forward to the days drive and the sites I’ll see and just what’s ahead of me
I have been very lucky to be able to travel and see this most beautiful land
The seasons change and I drive from season to season for just that reason
The seasons are never quite the same the colors are very bright with the changes
Where does my inspiration lie?
The people I meet, the things I’ve seen God you have blest me through my travels
Snow on the mountain peaks, creeks where fish are seen, great rivers miles long
Mother bears teaching her young to fish, deer’s, antelopes, long horned mountain goats
Flowers in a field of gold, windmills that you make go fast in the breath of your wind
Craters that have fallen from the sky large enough to make a hugh bright blue lake
Cactus that bloom in the hot desert sun, sand storms that scared us to death
Where does my inspiration lie?
My inspiration lies in you God where all that is, you have made each and every day
My inspiration lies in you my Lord for what I’ve seen you have made
My inspiration lies in your grace and beauty your love and mercy that you give me
My inspiration lies in the songs I hear from the morning dove that coos by my window
My inspiration lies in the evening skies as it bids us good night with the colors so bright
My inspiration lies in your son God who came here so we would be able to see your face
Where does my inspiration lie?
poem by Gloria Comingore

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An Eternal Source
There is one man, Jesus Christ, who is the role model of my life,
My friend, His Word I hide inside, He is my shield and my guide.
The never ending source for me, of what through God I can be.
It is The Word of God of course, that Living and Eternal source.
Inspiring men through the ages, with God’s Wisdom on its pages.
And God’s Eternal Wisdom friend, found in The Bible has no end.
God’s Word began back in Eternity, before this world came to be.
His spoken word, penned by men, is the Bible’s source my friend.
Wisdom from its pages flow, challenging Believers as they grow.
Transforming a heart and mind, while leaving all the past behind.
Directed from the dark of night, through its pages filled with light.
Filling up with the mind of Christ, while preparing for Eternal Life.
To Moses God spoke The Law, to a nation both weak and small.
This Law would point every nation, to Jesus Christ, for salvation.
Christ then spoke to Apostle Paul, instituting Grace over the Law.
Through one man all would fall, but in Christ, there’s Grace for all.
Israel was given the oracles of God, to be led by His staff and rod,
To lead all nations to the place, so they could accept God’s Grace.
Grace has appeared to all men, in a world that stood condemned.
This Grace helps us to live our life, while we wait for Jesus Christ.
Friend God’s Divine Revelation, was spoken to reach every nation,
In the last days through Jesus Christ, to lead all men to Eternal Life.
Forgotten will be the words of men, all earthly wisdom that they pen.
Soon their wisdom God will sever, but God’s Word shall last forever.
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