God Alive - Poem by AHO Speaks
God needs not to be defined as we on earth develop meanings of words
Humanity had its beginning with man, woman and child; each a third
All are given a mind to be unique and not like the birds.
God is a reference and not an earthly name
It is the same as faith and belief for both are the same
The human mind cannot comprehend the miracles of healing the lame.
If the creator is alive just as our earthly sun
Without either; earthly life would as none
Just as the digit zero, is known by its position; of number one.
God of the universe and all within
Creations for earth and each without sin
Life is to start our time to begin.
God need not fit parameters from the mind of just men
Influence and contributions need not wait for the time of when
The void still exists as we wait to hear from them.
The trip on earth is our time and our performance to measure
Who we were and who we became, our individual personal treasure
Toil does not stand alone but that we also remember pleasure.
God is limitless, boundless and timeless and has no peer
The God of yesterday and today are the same and always here
One need but to touch a child, accept the gift; and have no fear.
God need not fit definitions but just to exist
The creator of all universal life will never desist
We are its children and do not need to ever resist.
God is alive and therefore so am I
God exists before and after; each one of us die
Truth has residence in your mind and is there when we cry.
God is; and more alive, than we
Look inside a beautiful flower and you will see
Life is given to more; than just you and me.
In order to be human one must have a soul and a mind
Each one filled with energy so we can see even if blind
Our memory is used to remember and also to remind.
To have time to perform and finally the soul will reveal
Recording our actions and intent and what was false or real
A place of renewal and light; particlarly how we did feel
12-16-05 Aho Speaks
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