Consider

Consider

A Poem by Andrew james
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A short story about the use of things in our life

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Consider

 

On the wind from the mountain all would then hear

The words of the prophet whom they held dear

The message of guidance to them he would speak

Love’s fire within he hoped to then pique

 

For the time had arisen the changes would come

With their thoughts they herald what would be done

With loving heart he would ease the suffering of all

For the world they knew would eventually fall

 

Consider people the words you now hear

Understand what it is in your heart you hold dear

For from your heart you show to all

This world you’ve created must eventually fall

 

Begin every morning as you awake

Understanding your intentions and what is at stake

By your intentions your actions do show

Living this purpose all will then know

 

Do not travel each moment throughout the day

Not observing your intentions and how they must stay

Keep to your purpose and there make a stand

When failing to do so what is your plan?

 

Your purpose will speak through intentions to you

Understand its meaning and know what to do

For intentions language will be that of your heart

If understanding your purpose you do from the start

 

When through the day if your purpose you know

Your intentions to others you will then show

Seeing this truth in what you have shown

You as this truth by others are known

 

So keep to this purpose each day from the start

Revealing to others what your intentions impart

When giving the gift of your heart to each one

Your heart will be full when the day is then done


What purpose is there for you to see?

If true to this purpose you should then be

This purpose is given from God up above

Made in His image a reflection of love

 

Consider now people the tools placed at your feet

Which of your intentions do they then meet?

For the things upon earth are given from above

They are meant to be used with intension of love

 

We must see the true worth of the things we possess

By the use we then give them we are put to the test

This test we may fail each day from the start

If the tools are not used with compassion of heart

 

For your heart may be a curious thing

If the song of your purpose it does not sing

For the hymn it will sing will be one of need

The notes of the song are those of your greed

 

The tools given to you, you do not see clearly

For you worship them all and hold them so dearly

You have placed them all on these alters of need

Then pray to them all these idols of greed

 

Turn away from the shadows these alters do cast

They are not the things in your heart meant to last

Do not weigh down the heart with material love

Your true purpose is given to you from above

 

The true purpose of all is to be so much more

Understand there is nothing for you to want for

So cast down these idols there to the ground

At first they will fall with a terrible sound

 

As they settle at the ground at your feet

Your true purpose they will help you complete

Use these tools to help with love’s task

To be one with God your heart must first ask


Consider now people the thoughts of your mind

Your thoughts are your intention’s voice you will find

Do not consider them as having no weight

Your thoughts will always determine your fate

 

You believe these thoughts are something not living

But it is through these your spirit is giving

Your thoughts are intention’s children at hand

The seedlings used to cultivate your land

 

With these thoughts your life’s fruits do grow

Whether they are bitter or sweet these fruits you do sow

Remember this as your mind awakens each day

Your mind will then send your thoughts the right way

 

Consider now people your spirit that lives

It always will grow by what you will give

Then by becoming what it gives in its turn

The purpose of creation it will then learn

 

So with this purpose we all rule our land

Aligned with our Creator we all then shall stand

Standing with the Creator with all as one

God’s true purpose for us we do then become

 

As we become what we were at the start

To give to each other with all of our heart

When realizing that all are just one

It is then the work of the spirit is done

 

Consider now people all of the story

We must reveal all we know of our God’s glory

Knowing this truth from the end to the start

We see God within on the thrown of the heart

 

Seeing this truth placed in our heart

The world will be new as it was in the start

Back to the garden we will then live

If the command of our heart then is to give

 

But should you decide to remain on this path

God’s own love you will perceive as His wrath

This world you created will end in a day

For the cycle of creation will have its own way


 

So learn from the words I impart now to you

Turn away from the ways of this world that you do

There is time enough to change where you stand

To save everyone from the destruction at hand

 

The people who gathered did then turn away

The prophet would weep for them on this day

He knew exactly what their intentions would bring

His heart would break knowing this thing

 

But all was not lost for the people below

For their children would turn to the path he would show

So the cycle would end for the people this day

But their children would start to live the right way

 

By their purpose with intention they’d live

The true gift of the heart all would then give

So from the soil sweet fruit would grow

Then back to the garden they could now go

 

Many souls would come to the land where they lived

All counted worthy because they would give

Giving to all each one at the start

The garden was ruled by the love of the heart

© 2013 Andrew james


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Andrew james
Andrew james

Jacksonville, FL



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I am a 56 year old married grandfather. I write what some may think of as poetry, I myself see thoughts written down in a some poetic pattern but not quite sure it is poetry. The meaning is what is .. more..

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