Loss Is Nothing More Than My Will To Find Poem by Brett White

Loss is nothing more than my will to find,
A way to lead light to the eyes of the blind.

But our visions of Life are often skewed,
By the pace of deceit daily renewed.

God sees all and forgets not a thing,
Delighting most in the sweet birds which sing;

They know not guile nor harbor any hate,
So sing thy praises before it's too late.

True humility abounds all in nature,
So enjoy simple joys in the future.

We're never cursed with too great a burden,
So try all you can to find peace within.

For it's a challenge not to embrace sin,
All too common found inside every man.

But prayers of mercy are not unheard,
And readily given when Hope's not deferred.

Beware those whose eyes are blind to see,
Life is short, but God is Immortality;

Here before the creation of all our Souls,
The Architect of Heaven who bestows

Free-will to man, despite all of the pain,
We show another with fearless refrain.

The Sun still blesses the good or evil,
But peace is found within righteousness' tranquil.

Unkind acts breed endless retaliation,
But in their midst, there is not Salvation.

Tried I have to justify ill deeds,
But all I've done is fertilize the seeds,

Which spring forth and breed pure destruction,
Plaguing my Soul, hindering the construction,

Of a world where peace and prosperity reign,
The soil of Charity devoid of rain.

There is only One who causes buds to bloom,
Bursting with Life from their Heavenly cocoon.

But we have to see a blind world deceives
Itself by denying Grace love conceives.

So steal alone time for quiet reflection,
At the joy found within True Salvation.

It's not so hard as to never be found,
When God's Grace alone never ceases to abound.

In a starlit night, endless stars and moon,
Shining bright, exalted by the Bird's tune.

The simple joys of life, bring peace untold,
Watching the Sunrise gracefully unfold.

We take pleasure from fleeting deceptions,
Fooling our hearts with vices' resurrections.

But all we must do is praise our blessings,
And never suffer from second-guessings.

Every day I am not worthy to see,
But I give true thanks for Eternity.

7-5-17