Spiritual Poems
all the wondering should wonder no more
by Rumi Ullidov
all the wondering should wonder no more
carpe diem betwixt life's endeavours
float a skiff, a raft, a steamboat
through pendulous waters and a steep shore
all the wondering should vex ignore
rush when love calls
and not run when to walk is better
catch when one falls
and show love to all that matter
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Music starts my little church
by Amy Michelle Mosier
Music starts my little church
And bids us goers "come forward" -
Timid and cleansing at first -
Bringing voices to one accord
Then her voice waxing loud
And the piano's tempo
Make the atmosphere bound
To become a crescendo
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Going Wrong
by Jack Gilbert
The fish are dreadful. They are brought up
the mountain in the dawn most days, beautiful
and alien and cold from night under the sea,
the grand rooms fading from their flat eyes.
Soft machinery of the dark, the man thinks,
washing them. "What can you know of my machinery!"
demands the Lord. Sure, the man says quietly
and cuts into them, laying back the dozen struts,
getting to the muck of something terrible.
The Lord insists: "You are the one who chooses
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My God remember me
by Sharon Morgan
When my beating heart refuses to beat
And the breath of life proceeds to leave,
My God, I beg that you please,
Please remember me.
As a product of your works
You made me, me
I am unique, a person,
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Senseless
by FELLEX CHECA
Words of no profit,
Chitchat and debate
worth no participate!
Rather saving the lost,
Edifying the synagogue.
It’s the beast works
For men to mine;
Strifes among themselves,
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A Choice
by Ken Ripley
Death is a wall we cannot see
What is beyond or meant to be.
So we place our fate in speculation
Or hold the hope of revelation.
What Jesus did and claimed to show
Is truth beyond what we can know.
So we can choose to doubt his grace
Or follow him and see God’s face.
Questions
by Ken Ripley
Questions
Is there heaven and is there really hell?
Does God exist? We want to know as well.
Death is a wall that hides the answer.
The dead find out, the living cannot tell.
Sages and mystics proclaim with firmest nod
That they are certain in their knowing God,
But all our religions run into that wall
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by Adriano Radafgyygt
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by Amy Michelle Mosier
Music starts my little church
And bids us goers "come forward" -
Timid and cleansing at first -
Bringing voices to one accord
Then her voice waxing loud
And the piano's tempo
Make the atmosphere bound
To become a crescendo
......
When long days drag on me
by Amy Michelle Mosier
When long days drag on me
And my soul cries in the dark
Then I speak my prayer in sleight
And He slips it into my jar.
Prithee – give it wings to fly up
Beyond to the sapphire throne –
Leaving me amidst where I am
Yet I do not feel alone.
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