Devotion Poems
Devotion
by Brian Cowan
How old you've grown, my love.
And yet,
You haven't changed a bit,
From that young girl I first saw,
On whom I plied my wit;
To win her
And even then, you lived within her
As now, she lives in you.
isolation, romanticised.
by Alexander Palmer
isolation tastes of frigid air and the roaring ocean's waves,
there is no one who truly knows me, least of all the god to whom I used to pray,
it is a taxing master, its price is steep for those who choose to pay,
but as I stare at its reflection, I find I would have it no other way.
the trick of it is balance, knowing how to fade away,
into the background of existence, away from the sun's harsh rays,
all you have to do is know the role you were meant to play,
a forgettable extra, and darling, the whole world's a stage.
......
Easter
by Tom Lathara
Dawn darkness of the Judea desert gasped.
Crushing grip of the primal serpent withered.
The prophesied Light of the world emerged,
As the boulder at the sealed tomb, off it rolled.
The blessed disciples, John, Matthew, Mark, and Luke
Wouldn’t miss this cardinal event, each imprinting
Their unique stamp, leaving us a panoramic perspective
as the eternal hope emerged triumphant from the sealed tomb.
......
Giving Godly Grace
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Going about our lives with giving hearts
Inspired forever by His unfailing love
Very eager to follow His perfect example
Incomplete and so forlorn without Him
Naturally desirous to spread good news
Giving and accepting the gift of prayer
Generous always with love and devotion
Obedience to the dear Lord in all things
Doubtlessly directing all our footsteps
......
Cold hands
by Karla Blom
My church Remains fragmented,
reflecting beyond the room, slumbering within my flesh
My God
rivulets of my worship forge down my heated skin
Dripping,
falling,
onto your subjects below
Holy Nothings answered in cloaks of darkness,
with tears and
......
isolation, romanticised.
by Alexander Palmer
isolation tastes of frigid air and the roaring ocean's waves,
there is no one who truly knows me, least of all the god to whom I used to pray,
it is a taxing master, its price is steep for those who choose to pay,
but as I stare at its reflection, I find I would have it no other way.
the trick of it is balance, knowing how to fade away,
into the background of existence, away from the sun's harsh rays,
all you have to do is know the role you were meant to play,
a forgettable extra, and darling, the whole world's a stage.
......
Easter
by Tom Lathara
Dawn darkness of the Judea desert gasped.
Crushing grip of the primal serpent withered.
The prophesied Light of the world emerged,
As the boulder at the sealed tomb, off it rolled.
The blessed disciples, John, Matthew, Mark, and Luke
Wouldn’t miss this cardinal event, each imprinting
Their unique stamp, leaving us a panoramic perspective
as the eternal hope emerged triumphant from the sealed tomb.
......
Cold hands
by Karla Blom
My church Remains fragmented,
reflecting beyond the room, slumbering within my flesh
My God
rivulets of my worship forge down my heated skin
Dripping,
falling,
onto your subjects below
Holy Nothings answered in cloaks of darkness,
with tears and
......
When the Master Comes
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The stars will twinkle so brightly,
When our loving Master comes,
So hold onto blissful faith tightly,
Through myriad tangerine suns!
Jade hills will ring with laughter,
In plum diamond sunshine glitter,
As the dim past ceases to matter,
And never again is anyone bitter.
......
Giving Godly Grace
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Going about our lives with giving hearts
Inspired forever by His unfailing love
Very eager to follow His perfect example
Incomplete and so forlorn without Him
Naturally desirous to spread good news
Giving and accepting the gift of prayer
Generous always with love and devotion
Obedience to the dear Lord in all things
Doubtlessly directing all our footsteps
......
