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Let America Be America Again

by Langston Hughes

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme

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The Golden Journey To Samarkand

by James Elroy Flecker

I
We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage
And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die,
We Poets of the proud old lineage
Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why, -

What shall we tell you? Tales, marvellous tales
Of ships and stars and isles where good men rest,
Where nevermore the rose of sunset pales,
And winds and shadows fall towards the West:

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A Song of Faith and Resolve

by Christen Kuikoua

A Song of Faith and Resolve
Some say yes to Satan to reach their goals,
To sell their priceless soul for fleeting glow.
But I, Christen Kuikoua, declare, "No!"
For I have the Lord God Almighty's hold.

It takes hard work and reading of His Word,
It takes a bond with Him to truly see,
How best to praise His name in purity—
The Lord of hosts, by whom all life is stirred.

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God, A Poem

by James Fenton

A nasty surprise in a sandwich,
A drawing-pin caught in your sock,
The limpest of shakes from a hand which
You'd thought would be firm as a rock,

A serious mistake in a nightie,
A grave disappointment all round
Is all that you'll get from th'Almighty,
Is all that you'll get underground.

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Hymn 20

by Isaac Watts

Spiritual apparel.

Isa. 61:10.

Awake, my heart; arise, my tongue,
Prepare a tuneful voice;
In God, the life of all my joys,
Aloud will I rejoice.

'Tis he adorned my naked soul,

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Recent Faith Poems

78. I have wandered through moments, each etched in laughter

by Kea Campbell

I have wandered through moments, each etched in laughter. I'm a master of solitude, and don't mind taking the latter.

'Life's too short' and I think we still take it too seriously, or maybe I'm just privileged to live in a First World country.

I take advantage of inheritance, but at the cost of my heritage. I used to feel ashamed for being Chinese instead of the white American.

The moral of life is 'you live and you learn,' but Matthew barely lived, and Michael can't truly learn.

I try to find lightheartedness in unfortunate situations, but sometimes it's like watching your house burn up while being thankful for God's graciousness.

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Deconstruction

by Peter Quitadamo

Deconstructing beliefs -
like playing jenga without
opposable thumbs.

65. Chronology's Replica

by Kea Campbell

When I was younger, I feared mirrors and darkness.
I feared the characters from horror films and the mutations they could harness.
I kept my head above the covers so I could witness my fated farewell.
Yet all I ever saw was the refute of my imagination’s creatures from hell.

We met during the race, and I slowed my pace to talk.
But running turned to walking, and we both reached a halt.
We regressed and recurred back to classical autonomy.
The Devil won this stretch, and I’m at a loss in my spiritual odyssey.

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57. Love Is War

by Kea Campbell

A running mind and a sprinting love;
Always wondering "Am I too much for everyone, yet not enough to be your only one?"

My thoughts weigh down my stomach and I keep sinking to the floor, but when I realized I was drowning,
I grew too weak to swim to His courts.

Although He gifted me life and I am selfless enough to give anyone mine,
When He pours His love into me endlessly, my heart leaks petrol, like channeling methane into the sea.

I float in your presence and suffocate in our togetherness, because my love for you is like an ocean of gasoline,

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53. Corinthians

by Kea Campbell

Peace acquaints companionship, and you might not see it now,
But the Devil befriends seclusion where no witnesses are found.
Some battles are mental, and even those leave visible scars.
So, as you go about your days, please offer your whole heart.

Hate is a criminal and casualties are evidence,
And, although 'be kind' is cliché, it furnishes joy and declares reverence.
You might find yourself asking what differently you could have done.
And to that, I would say, “Do everything in love.”

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