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: ▼ |
Ascension: A Meditation February 2, 2019 at 8:54pm Ascension:
A Meditation
Ascending
Out of the abyss of time
Subatomic particles vibrate
To creation's melody
Ascending
Out of the mist of yesterday
Atoms echo creation's song
Across the interstellar medium
Ascending
Out of racial memory
Religion's melody reverberates
Across the expanse of space-time
Ascending
Out of the brain of matter
A new song echoes
Across the firmament of faith
Ascending
Out of the darkness of unbelief
The sun of truth scatters
T... [Read more] Alone In The Storm February 2, 2019 at 8:16pm Alone In The Storm
Alone
in the storm!!
I am
a fish out of water,
unable to consume
the pure oxygen of
God's love.
Is there a remover of my difficulties?
Alone
in the storm!
I am
a butterfly in transition
unable to fly.
Who is the remover of my difficulties?
Alone
in the storm!
I am
molting
and metamorphosing.
God is the remover of my difficulties!
I am not
alone in the storm!
{dropnote:"Poet's Note:"}I wrote this in 151 B.E. This wa... [Read more] Who Am I and Maker of Cloth February 5, 2019 at 7:15pm Who Am I?
Who dwells in this body
created by the conjunction of sperm and egg?
Am I only a composition of nature?
What animates
these atoms in love with themselves?
Does a soul give my body life?
Creation of God or composition of nature?
Why can't this answer be both?
Maker of Cloth:
A Metaphor
On the loom of existence,
I weave the pattern of my life.
On the loom of verse,
I wave the pattern of my thoughts.
On the loom of actions,
I weave the pattern of... [Read more] |