Poetry Wrote Over Several Years on Spiritual, Religious, and Devotional Subjects. |
Devotional Poetry My Search I Into the mystic realm, I let my mind take flight, Over stone strewn highways, I search the endless night. I was the Wanderer, Looking for a goal, And the Seeker, Searching for my soul. I walked the roads of idle fancy, Paths of material delight, Stumbling over stones of vain imaginings, In my search for the light. A voice deep within me cried: "Here doesn't lay your goal, Upon these darkened pathways, You'll never find your sou." II Into the mystic realm, Again my mind took flight, Over well traveled highways, I search the misty twilight. I was a Seeer, Seeking an unknown goal, And a Stranger, To my own soul. In this realm of half-light, I strolled the roads of tradition, Picking my way carefully, Through the shadows of superstition. Still from within came the cry: "Not in this realm is your goal, Upon these half-lit pathways, You'll never find your soul" III Into the mystic realm, Again I took flight, And walked the paths, Where God has shed His light. I walked the hallowed highways, Trod by the Prophets of old, Strolled the ancient paths, Strewn with nuggets of pure gold. This is the wondrous realm, Where all paths become one, This is the glorious land, Illuminated by God's sun. Through the Word of God, I have found my soul, In the Messenger for this age, I have found my goal. Poet's Note: ▼ |
Lighthouse At Dawn January 17, 2019 at 6:43pm Lighthouse At Dawn
Above the knife edged rocks that cut the wintry sea,
Faith's light shines out across the breaking waves,
Warning religions' mariners
That the reefs of dogma sever but do not save.
Salvation breaks above the coast itself,
Dawn's light colors the clouds of morning red,
Illumines to cautious mariners
The narrow passage through which bolder crews have sped.
Alone upon the cliffs the lighthouse stands,
Silhouetted against the rising sun,
Challeng... [Read more] Meditations On The Soul's Journey Through Matter January 17, 2019 at 12:07pm Meditations On The Soul's Journey Through Matter
I
A mountain
rising high above the plain.
We approach
by a winding path
that wanders hither an yon.
From the path
we catch only fleeting glimpses
of the summit.
II
A city
whose dancing lights
sparkle in the midnight darkness,
but whose streets
are strewn with the bodies of dead cats
beneath the noonday sun.
III
The warble of a sparrow
coming from the throat of a vulture.
IV
Teh purr of a lion
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