Poems for Mental and Spiritual Healing

America Written by Rufus Johnson Jr 9-28 2005 We love you, “America.” You are great, maybe the greatest. Beautiful like no other. With graces skies. From sea to shining sea. We are trying. To see true “America”. When all else fails. We are still here. And they do drop inn. Granted perfect, you are not. We all witness. Need not say or cry. You are still. Beautiful and we love you. How can we, love another? When all we have. Is “America”. We travel the world. We are always. Thinking of you. Housekeeper of the world. Invited and uninvited. All are welcome and they prosper. We are in pain, America. Our pain, shows through. To keep, our freedom. All that beauty, by yourself. Others wanting what, you have. Wanting to be, like you. How can you, copy beauty? There can only be, one “America”. Your design of colors. White for Caucasoid. Red for the blood, that been shed. Blue for the, sadness of others. There’s never enough. Freedom for all. They are here. For your freedom “America”. That we share so freely. We welcome them, all and they stay. Conflicts of the world. Have started too. Cover your beauty. They come from across. The seas and borders. For your freedom. “America” will you. Love us the most. We are here. Looking for your love. WE give up blood for you. Will you be ours? It was not easy, at first. We are still here. And you are still. “ Beautiful America”. Order Written by Rufus Johnson Jr 5-20-2005 We love you God our thoughts are of you. We wonder about you. No one knows who you really are. A mystery to us all. Only your order continues. Beyond space there’s no end. You are real, our perception of you, a myth. You are not an illusion; your order brings us order. All who love you will follow, some will not. Water flow, sun shine, evening light. Mountain grows and we are placed in space. All set to Gods order and purpose. Still some say that His presence is not real. That God did not create all this. Creations all space the Milky Way. Far galaxies this universe. When we were unaware, living in caves. No shelter we evolved just to questing our maker.   Restless Soul Written by Rufus Johnson Jr 11-14-2002 Restless soul of me. We wonder where we will be. I cannot control my soul over me. We wonder restlessly. How will my soul feel next? My soul has emotions too. Stop and meditate we start to meet. Not clear enough to understand. So we keep wandering. Not knowing the real purpose of me. The universe takes us both. We are not alone, others wondering too. For a space life the only soul that matters. Our soul wonders over. Wondering hoping looking and confuse. Not remembering what happening. While we are wondering from place to place. Over the same path of others. Over the seas time and space. Hoping looking to remember. We are wondering because we are looking for peace.