Revelation Poems
on my back, looking up
by Rikske Kessner
from the ground
the ceiling looks so much wider
from the ground
its cracks seem much finer
the paint peels -
minute flags, off-white surrender;
the paint peals -
egg shells of heavy footed plunder...
......
Walking the Emmaus Road
by Pilgrim Roy
Their eyes were downcast and the pace was slow.
Why these things had happened they did not know.
On their shoulders they bore grief's heavy load
as they walked that long Emmaus road.
A stranger joined them as they walked that way.
Slowed His pace to hear what they had to say.
Step by step He went along with them there
and from the scriptures He began to share.
......
A Transistion to Turmoil
by amateur poet
Where there once was order, now chaos again reigns.
How feeble is life when confronted by the question of mortality?
Thoughts and ideas float like globules in the serene liquid that is our existence,
however, as the clear blue water is bleached by reality,
the contents of our active mind is dissolved into the ether.
Upon entering the domain of our unconsciousness,
these sparks of creativity seep into the realm of the physical,
and take form as glimpses of what might be, or what might have been.
......
Within the shadow of the sun.
by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson
Within the shadow of the sun,
stood all things that were not clear.
And even if the light whispered tenderly
through the branches,
it did not reveal the real truth.
What was hidden stayed hidden,
till morning light,
when the sun shone fiercely
and all colours of crimson red
......
Who is this Man?
by Baramundi Roy
Who is this Man, of whom all prophets speak
the One who is so strong and yet so meek?
The Man of miracles who spreads around
wisdom and love nowhere else to be found.
Who is this Man, the One from Galilee
who brings calm to those on the raging sea?
The Man that bids the rushing winds to cease
and amidst the chaos of life brings us peace.
......
on my back, looking up
by Rikske Kessner
from the ground
the ceiling looks so much wider
from the ground
its cracks seem much finer
the paint peels -
minute flags, off-white surrender;
the paint peals -
egg shells of heavy footed plunder...
......
Walking the Emmaus Road
by Pilgrim Roy
Their eyes were downcast and the pace was slow.
Why these things had happened they did not know.
On their shoulders they bore grief's heavy load
as they walked that long Emmaus road.
A stranger joined them as they walked that way.
Slowed His pace to hear what they had to say.
Step by step He went along with them there
and from the scriptures He began to share.
......
Who is this Man?
by Baramundi Roy
Who is this Man, of whom all prophets speak
the One who is so strong and yet so meek?
The Man of miracles who spreads around
wisdom and love nowhere else to be found.
Who is this Man, the One from Galilee
who brings calm to those on the raging sea?
The Man that bids the rushing winds to cease
and amidst the chaos of life brings us peace.
......
Within the shadow of the sun.
by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson
Within the shadow of the sun,
stood all things that were not clear.
And even if the light whispered tenderly
through the branches,
it did not reveal the real truth.
What was hidden stayed hidden,
till morning light,
when the sun shone fiercely
and all colours of crimson red
......
A Transistion to Turmoil
by amateur poet
Where there once was order, now chaos again reigns.
How feeble is life when confronted by the question of mortality?
Thoughts and ideas float like globules in the serene liquid that is our existence,
however, as the clear blue water is bleached by reality,
the contents of our active mind is dissolved into the ether.
Upon entering the domain of our unconsciousness,
these sparks of creativity seep into the realm of the physical,
and take form as glimpses of what might be, or what might have been.
......
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amateur poet (1 poem about Revelation)
the 2'nd Saturday of the 3'rd moon in the year of our lord 1991 -
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