Day: February 8, 2025

He couldn’t believe
how much she had changed
from loving and sweet
to heartless and mean
in the course of a few
years of marriage.

He found himself drowning
in the toxicity of it all
and fearing to just leave
and be utterly alone
and risk never finding
another love.

He concluded a bad love
was better than no love.
A year later when his
broken heart gave out,
embittered he died.

Bob Boyd

The NDEers said it was all about
love in the afterlife.

He wondered why there seemed
to be insufficient love in this life.

He couldn’t put the pieces together
in the puzzle of

all the hate, violence, and horrors
pervasive on the planet.

Though moments of love and compassion
often seeped through,

but evil, murders, and wars persisted
without the higher love intervening

and saving us all from the miseries
and the heartaches so many endure.

He could only resolve his puzzlement
by believing and trusting in

that somehow in some way in the greater
scheme of things all was good.

Bob Boyd

Seas rushed into lands.
The land recoiled.
People screamed and ran.
There was no escape.
The world became
flooded again,
There was no noah.
The waves rolled and
crashed violently all over the
planet and the seas
destroying all cities
killing all the people
crushing ships and boats and
killing all the humans in them.
The winds screamed in the skies
thrashing every flying thing to death.
The sun stopped shining.
The earth stopped spinning.
And everything in the cosmos
exploded into a flaming conflagration
and burned out into a nothingness void.

Bob Boyd