B4

I was before; will always be
In essence true, existant me
From where winds blow, until I see.

Where it may start, to ending where?
As conscienceness can take me there
But here I am with time to share.

I am here, maybe to believe,
My temporary home, why should I grieve?
But watch my thoughts, they can deceive.

As our beliefs are mindful thought
Some weaken in dependence sought
And miss the Truth Divinely taught.

Maybe, knows nothing but fear
But Love, says, yes, I'm always here.
Be sure to know, what is, sincere.

Richard Lynn Livesay 2009