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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: ▼ |
19 Meditations and Inspiration January 5, 2019 at 8:30pm 1
Creation's Praise:
To Dufay
Veni Creator Spiritius
Man call to God,
Angelic voices answer
Inspiring creation's praise.
2
Echoes of Creation
The distant echoes of creation reverberate
across the sea of space,
their whispers penetrate
island orbiting in the sky.
3
Expanding Universe
The universe expands
With the breath of God exhaled
Through a black hole
4
Inspired by God:
To Hildegard of Bingen
Inspired by God
To write His praise in monoph... [Read more] The Empty Chalice December 7, 2018 at 8:33pm The Empty Chalice
Drained of its liqueur,
the grail brood
in tranquil solitude,
with anticipation
trickling from its moistened lip.
Reposing,
nest to it,
a decanter containing
the scarlet liquid
drawn from the vineyards
choicest vats.
The sparkling wine
of God's new covenant,
reflects the Lord returned
in the Father's Glory.
{dropnote:"Poet's Note:"}I wrote this sometime in 152 B.E.
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