Poetry

I sought God
and found myself
For I am in
Him as He is in me
This is
neither religion nor theology
But the
essence of spirituality
Humanity has
lost its way
But He
remains the potter as we are the clay
Life has
deceived us into making a living
When love is
all about giving
Time though
infinite
Misrepresents
the purpose of the fight
We battle for
the greater good that is in mankind
Not for the
place of power to treat each other unkind
There is a
presence that envelops us with peace
And the same
accepts us in spite of that unholy piece
We are lost
but loved
We are
disconnected yet cared for
He shouted
And has
whispered
Call on me
whenever you feel separated
From the
peace that I am