god lives here without a doubt! rector is a true disciple, and people flock to hear him preach. congregation made up from all ages and walks of ..........
Farewell my lady of golden hair Mused the young man in his chair So very fine and reliable was she Of a spirit elusive and free as the winds Her soul soaring on invisible wings He thought he could keep her captured Only to find she had taken flight, unbound ~=~ Never shall his memories of her ..........
Thankful Poem Thanksgiving is a holiday when family gathers round. Then my family finds a turkey and drags it on the ground. I am thankful for my friends with whom I always share. I am thankful for a lot of things And my family will always care. I am thankful for my teachers, students and my ..........
....... on the waterfront's east banks as a sweet family gathered to give the lord god thanks! just after the minister's joyful christmas eve ..........
BEAUTIFUL Did I ever tell you I think you are beautiful? Not just the everyday run-of-the-mill kind of looks that leaves one watching you out of the corners of their eyes But the kind of beautiful that makes one want to commit it to paper in words in music in photos and prose For yours is not ..........
Christmas on two stories is never going to work there are always rooms to hide, room to hide the hurt Carols of Fury singing with pride then like our Merry Spirit, everything dies it'd shatter with a smile dry tears from green eyes light up the room and the house, light up the skies between ..........
ge of The Cliff Everyone standing around in awe because they didn't think it would come to this.... .................. I'm one fatal step away from the Edge of The Cliff the stress and depression brought me right too this point and now I'm slipping losing my grip as I hold on to the ..........
Free Spirit The things I should have said, The feelings I should have shown. I kept them all inside, From them now I have grown. I've learned to say 'I love you,' Before it is too late. I've learned to show emotion: Love, happiness, sadness, and hate. I regret not telling the truth, About ..........
I sit here wondering if things will ever change, I heard the angels flying are seeming out of range Locked in this prison cell Creeping thoughts of hell. Wondering minds with all this territory lost Celebrations of freedom bring this burdened cost Bringing forth our bread I am lifting up our ..........
Friends are hard to come by, They are not just everywhere, You can't go out and pick one And they don't fall from the air. They come when least expected Sometimes when you are down, Sometimes when you are lonely They'll come to clown around. But mostly friends are precious, And can be one of a ..........
“God enters
by a private door into every individual.” Religious poems are a
way to individualize our expression of our faith. Religion is
considered form many different standpoints. Many times our
choice of religion is stemmed from family and cultural
background. Many try to find a way to personalize their faith
or belief system. Inspiration can be found in religious poems.
Often time when life is overwhelming and depression sinks its
teeth into the soul, religious poetry can be a motivating factor
to move forward. Death poems
sometimes have an underlining religious poetic theme about the
afterlife to console those left behind after the loss of a loved
one.
Ancient Poetry - What is the meaning of life?
Spiritual and Religious turbulence were most likely the first medium in history for the writing of poetry. Possibly the first book of poems, and definitely the most widely read throughout history, is the Book of Psalms, written in part by King David. The Book of Psalms is filled with poetry in which David expresses his love, faith, sorrow and doubts to his creator. Man, from the earliest times has always searched for a deeper meaning to life and has used poetry to express these feelings.
Spirituality - A uniting factor.
Continuing in this ancient tradition we offer you a forum where spiritual and religious feelings are shared in the form of poetry. Whatever religion or form of belief you are associated with; the yearning for a time when all of humanity can live in harmony, without suffering, is a vision that we can all unite under.
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Religious poems express one’s passion for a
higher power and, and one’s faith is a wonderful gift. For
many, faith based living is very real in their lives and often
times base entire concepts of how to live on their religiosity.
One will turn to proverbs, parables,
inspirational poems, and
quotes to give them the courage through life’s struggles and
beat depression.
Religious writings and poetry help us
travel through one’s spiritual journey, taking that which is
unseen and transforming it into tangible thought, materialized
into beautiful poems and inspirational works. Such poetry
expands one’s creative nature, drawing them closer to the
divine. Writing spiritual poems facilitate the connection many
need to the divine and find oneness from within ourselves and
with our faith too.
The inspiration of religious writings often
times serve as reminders of reaffirmation of our beliefs and
practices. There are numerous religious poetic undertones
throughout the Bible, Q’uran, and the Rigveda of Hinduism.
Religious poems are a great way for one to get in touch with
that inner soul and higher power and help in all of life’s
situations.
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
- CRISTINE McAULIFFE
Quote of the Day
JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
