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Poetry Wrote Over Several Years on Spiritual, Religious, and Devotional Subjects. |
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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: ▼ |
The Finger of God: A Metaphor January 29, 2019 at 9:53pm The Finger of God:
A Metaphor
Quick flashes of light,
illuminate the darkness,
strike the senses:
contrasting colors
undulate
on the edge of vision.
Darkness implodes
scatters shards o f silence,
echoes off
pounding eardrums.
Brilliant flashes of light
penetrate consciousness,
juxtaposition
reality and illusion.
Explosions rumble--
aftershocks
of spiritual evolution--
reverberate
across colliding ideologies.
{dropnote:"Poet's Note:"}I wrote this on 1 ... [Read more] Child's Prayer January 29, 2019 at 8:58pm Child's Prayer
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
Author Unknown
Now I lay me down to sleep,
In the endlessly rocking cradle,
Dread to te joys my soul will rap,
From drinking the wine at God's table.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
From the hungry wolves which devour the spirits,
Of those wrapped in eternal sleep,
Inside matter's unlit garret.
If I should die be... [Read more] In the Midst of Recklessness January 29, 2019 at 8:15pm In The Midst Of Recklessness
Once,
in the mist of all the recklessness
of daily living,
I questioned reality.
I took out a microscope
and examined
my concept of divinity,
my concept of humanity,
and my concept of myself.
I asked my soul the hard questions:
Can I love God if I don't love myself?
Am I investigating truth for myself?
What is family?
Once,
in the midst of all the recklessness of daily living
I questioned reality,
and I haven't been the same since.
... [Read more] Avenues of Escape January 29, 2019 at 7:28pm Avenues of Escape
I know
there must be many avenues of escape,
many solutions to the problem.
There are always several solutions,
several roads out of a situation,
but I can't seem to find them.
I'm in the middle
of one of life's biggest test,
and I can't see any avenues of escape.
I've always
been able to find multiple solutions
to a problem,
myriad avenues of escape,
but now I can see none.
What am I doing different?
The last time
I was faced ... [Read more] |
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