Spiritual

Rupert

There’s a purpose to this venture, to inform and to uplift. I never managed in my lifetime, to share my poets gift.

Is there a point?

In truth your words are travelers between your world and mine. They’re neither gifts. nor servants they’re on loan from the Divine.

The New Year

There are lines within creation sometimes shining, sometimes dim. That connect us all to heaven and point to the truth within.

Fine line

Free will can be an engine, the power and the fuel. Or a deeply trodden furrow, from a never ending duel.

Past lives

Past lives are not illusions that rise at dawn and fade at dusk They’re the footsteps of creation, our lineage in dust.

Birds wing

Now’s the time to face the future, to bite the bullet, make amends. To live in harmony with nature, and see challenges as friends.

Elipsis

Time condensed and evaporated

The Uncaring God

I cannot comprehend a god, On high celestial plane, Architect of all Earth's good But guiltless of its pain. We thank the Lord for one man saved When stricken ships go down, But never seek to offer blame