What is the meaning of 
A life without challenge?

Painful though it is to grow up,
We can manage it!

How great the gift we will inherit,

When we learn the simple truth...

Then have the courage and faith,
to bear it.

For God, our friend,
Still waiting for our love,

Delights in every gift we offer up;

Will gather every soul...
Devoted to lovingness.

So beautiful is God,
  and such a friend,

Allowing us free will, and
All the time and space

We need to spend...so that at last,

We'll comprehend...that goodness...
So profound, unending....

Never learned from books,
or by pretending...

Known only by the presence of
It's Natural Essence, that
Through It's Perfect Love extending,

Affords...our menial mind and heart....
the chance....of rendering.

My sweetheart and I, took to the soil,

And in my garden, planted young

A tree whose bark was not yet formed,

And made a vow, while Spring looked on...

This is our tree, and in it grows,

A soul who yearns to learn of love;

As it grows, it's leaves will glisten

As it leans so hard to listen.

It will learn to love,...in loving it will grow,

Into a tree where blossoms handsome bend.

This is our vow!"

Eternity before us sought another end

For soon our tree it's blossoms bore,

And leaves became a shady home,

Where chairs, now rusty, sit alone.

My love has found another glen, and

Sentiment must seek a stable

Where it starved....begins to rot....and

Lays it's head, where yesterday forgets.

But still, our tree
With each year grows in strength

As it bends it's branches always closer

To the shutters of my windows, which remain....

In silence....open....but no one comes.

The Sun that once danced high across the sky,

Now seldom stops to smile it's beams....

Across the sagging breasts of floor....

My dreams within an oil lamp beg drying wick.

Reaching out, I am returning

Though not alone... but comforted

By my Shining Brother

Whose large starry back, and warm

Breezy voice, have guarded

This place for me.

Beckoning, He lets me wander

In His expansiveness,

Thru rooms that labyrinth out....

There, ancestors abide my madness.

I needed desperately to find
Some tangible proof...

I really am the ME I think I am.

Not some inconvenient truth...

Not a useless appendage tacked onto life...

I wanted to express the joy of living.....

Their vengeance was confusing...

I looked away refusing....

To believe their sabotage and lies.

Within the staggering emptiness,
I reached for healing....

Feeling bruised and bleeding....

But,... I am still alive!

Though mocked and blasphemed

My Faith is strong as a beam.

Inspired as the nectar exudes.

It's more fragrant than ever.

It inspires hope forever, for...

The individual grows,
more than fingers and toes,

As Ancestors reveal...
thru their echoes and dreams.....

What choices come within reach of the soul...

If I choose just for fun, trying not to stumble...

Arrogance will present the bill...

I'd much rather prove, that the real Truth so true...

Is, there's no greater life than this!

It's our attitude only, that makes and creates...

What Paradise, becomes and is.