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: ▼ |
Jonah In The Belly of the Whale and Inside the Ark February 20, 2019 at 7:26pm Jonah
Inside the Belly of the Whale
Averse
to obey God's command
darkness envelop
the being
swallowed by the leviathan
of self.
Stomach acids digest
self's outer layer,
leave,
the inner kernel
on its knees
begging for salvation.
Inside the Ark
Out side a storm of hatred gathers,
To beat against the doors of faith,
As two by two humanity enters,
The Ark of God's Covenant.
Outside a storm of hatred rages
Beating against the doors of faith,
Insi... [Read more] Observation From Ground Zero: A Metaphor February 20, 2019 at 7:12pm Observation From Ground Zero:
A Metaphor
The intensity of the light
was such
that it penetrated
The back of my skull
to illuminate
my soul.
Turning,
to face its devastating beauty,
I stood open mouthed
as the sand
of truth
poured down my throat.
There was no turning back!
The choice was mine!
I could
either curl up in my foxhole
and hide
in the darkness of superstition.
Or
I could walk
naked across the new fabric of reality
and let
the radiation of faith... [Read more] |