....... the day terror struck your hometown. we unite as a nation saying to god we pray, but its sad that it took a tragedy like this to make ..........
dear god in heaven above today is the day that you took someone we love we know that we need not worry because your there with him with open ..........
There I stood so fascinated and inquisitive Staring at the reflection staring back at me Clothed in uncompromising love, the perfect fit Patience, joy and peace suitable accessories The fragrance of integrity adorning my heart The shield of salvation cosseted my finery Bejeweled in ..........
Open am I to your guidance from above you've given me hope and taught me to love I took for granted the little things to feel the wind to hear a robin sing As I look back on all I've done I never knew you were watching waiting for me to come I only wish I had know but the right path now ..........
Let the Heavens be sweeter Now that you are there. Let yourself breathe deeper For fresh and holy is the air. Let the angels sing louder Now that you are there to hear. Let the wind blow a little more To dry all of my tears. Let the clouds be fluffier So that you can finally rest. Let ..........
....... it be like our feet were still planted firmly on the ground? will we see god's face? will we see the one that loved us so? will we see loved ..........
....... of the bird from day to day. sometimes not knowing just what to pray. but god answers prayers and the little bird lives. so now the bird i want ..........
........ with snow, in the eyes of a devoted dog, in the shy smile of a child why do we pray in extremis why does all this come to pass if there is no god?
I often look inward, to see outside myself sometimes seeing things that eyes cannot see. The vision gets cloudy when the heart feels pain, causing uncommon mistakes in identity. I will summon the aide of this being within me to help to combat this crisis that I face. This great sadness ..........
........ age 19 aug 30 2004 *this is not really a spiritualpoem i would one day like to write all of the stories of the bible even the minor ones in poetry
“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
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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.
