My own theology I will make. Yes, I’ll do that, for my sake. I won’t believe what you say. I’ll chart my very own way.   You insist that...

Is it that You allocate What’s to be our fate, Every small bit of it, Just as You deem fit: What we’ll do, think and say, What we’ll...

Billions came and then went Not long after their advent, On being made finally to die, Do you ever wonder why? Billions came and deeds...

We are on Earth to create The course of our own fate Based on the deeds we do: Of tongue, body, and mind, too.   These three sorts of...

Maybe all deeds are His to do, How and when as He wills to. If that’s so, then what’s for us? It’s watching it all with no fuss.   It’s...

To you I ask, “What am I to do On this day that’s come new?” “Do nothing at all,” you say, “It has always been this way,  That never ever...

I don’t quite suppose That I willingly chose To be thus confined To this body-mind And also to appear As a mortal mere On Earth, pale...

In this Your world where we now stay Troubles for sure will come our way. Sometimes, in pain we want to scream, But perhaps this world is...