TO BE!
https://videopress.com/v/JynMOKAZ?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true Hope you have a very God Blessed Day! Here is another video on my You Tube channel at: https://youtu.be/9Wvz1z0kl_g To Be To be a ray of sunshine Energy unconfined To hard mortal flesh To be fluid, liquid That last droplet of rain Still trembling From my sky journey Held on a green leaf Before I fall to ground Is that what it means To be only pure spirit If only my small […]#christianpoetry — Public Fediverse posts
Live and recent posts from across the Fediverse tagged #christianpoetry, aggregated by home.social.
-
Maranatha: Cry of the Untouched Body
A poem about touch starvation and faith struggle, and a challenge to cliché advice.https://aspiringruth.wordpress.com/2026/10/07/maranatha-cry-of-the-untouched-body/
-
Guess
https://videopress.com/v/MovnaRy6?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true Watch on my youtube channel at: https://youtu.be/wKfjS4WzVoA May God bless your day! Guess No more blood No more lifeless flesh No more of an earthly test No more wondering Of Your Love No more do I Have to guess The day You died Hanging on a bloodied cross In earth’s darkened skies Proof of Your Love, dear Christ Now more securely, May I forever abide So much deeper […] -
The Approaching!
https://videopress.com/v/RfYRhhB9?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true The video is also on my Youtube channel at: https://youtu.be/84GNeNiX3nI This APPROACHING!! THE APPROACHING Time goes forward At least that is what it seems To us, you, I and me So, sometimes it feels Like something, someone Is getting closer It is approaching A change is in the winds See, even the trees, grasses To its forces will they bend Another face, voices To my […] -
I Do Not Belong!
https://videopress.com/v/ow9CdfPG?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true The video is also on my You Tube channel at: https://youtu.be/LEIzlaSiLYA May God bless your day! I Do Not Belong I was never meant To belong To this earth In its present condition My old self God desires To break down Purge me Of My past Old man Old person To recreate Transform Rebirth me For once in my life I am glad, thrilled To not belong To this old […] -
Insomnia Ad Nauseum
here i am
#Anxiety #ChristianPoetry #doomscrolling #faithAndFear #GlassPlatePhotography #gothicPoetry #Insomnia #Love #mentalExhaustion #nighttimeReflection #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #Prayer #religiousArt #sleeplessness #spiritualStruggle #tragicNews #Trust #Worry
again
losing sleep
worry my
companion
reading
news of
tragedy
in a vain
attempt
to grow so
exhausted
that i
drop off
when
prayer
should be
my only
friend
August 17, 2015 -
Of Dust!
https://videopress.com/v/84RaItvL?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true See this video also on my you tube channel at :https://youtu.be/m9G2gtr5htA Of Dust!A daughterAm IOf the dustHold only fast Will ITo the OneWho keeps me safe Within the whirlwind'sGustsSteadfastly seekThe One who made The dirt beneath Your feetFor it isThroughHim aloneAnd onlyThat safeYour soul May you eternally keep!! -
The Pruner
The Pruner by kmlsI spent this day trimming trees.
I do not like losing the dead in me
or the shoots that suck the life
from where the growth should be.
To succumb to the Pruner
is not an easy thing.
Often I find myself resisting
the gentle hand that only wants
to make my life more fruit bearing.
But if I am to grow strong and true,
I must leave behind the broken yew
lest I die from a rotten core,
and the sap, my blood, become a bitter brew.August 11, 2015
#DivinePruning #bearingFruit #ChristianPoetry #cuttingAway #disciplineAndGrace #faithThroughSuffering #God #GodTheGardener #healingAndRenewal #John15 #LettingGo #newGrowth #painfulGrowth #prunedByGod #refinement #seasonsOfPruning #spiritualGrowth #SpiritualPoetry #spiritualTransformation #Spirituality #surrenderToGod #TrustInGod #Writing -
Worry Wart
The troubles of this passing day
weigh heavy on my head,
until I join the hollow-eyed,
the weary walking dead;
I stumble through the crumbling streets
where nameless fears are bred,
consumed by temoral things
and this mortal dread.
O, that this wart of worry
might be lifted from my head,
this small, persistent torment
on which my fears are fed;
that I might cease rehearsing
each bitter word unsaid,
and stop imagining sorrows
still waiting up ahead.
O, let me quit resisting
the road where I am led,
and trust the ground beneath me
though shadows o'er me spread,
for life is more than trembling
before the things I dread—
perhaps the path I fear to walk
leads to trust instead.August 8, 2015 (exp. 2026)
#Anxiety #burdens #ChristianPoetry #ContemplativePoetry #dailyTroubles #faithAndDoubt #Fear #Hope #innerTurmoil #LettingGo #mortalDread #PeaceOfMind #poeticReflection #SpiritualPoetry #spiritualStruggle #surrender #thePathAhead #Trust #walkingDead #WordPressTagsWorry #Worry #Writing -
The Maledictions
The Beatitudes Turned Inside Out
Cursed are the self-satisfied,
#Beatitudes #biblicalReflection #ChristianPoetry #Jesus #judgment #kingdomOfGod #Lament #Mercy #Peacemaking #Power #propheticWarning #religiousHypocrisy #righteousness #SermonOnTheMount #SocialJustice #spiritualInversion #spiritualWarning #surrealReligiousArt #TheMaledictions #Theology
for they have no room left for God.
Cursed are those who refuse to mourn,
for their hearts will harden against the suffering of others.
Cursed are the ruthless,
for they may seize the earth,
but they will never belong to it.
Cursed are those who hunger and thirst for power,
for they will consume everything
and still remain empty.
Cursed are the merciless,
for when they fall,
they will find no gentle hands waiting.
Cursed are the divided in heart,
for they will see only what serves them.
Cursed are the makers of conflict,
for they will become children of the violence they unleash.
Cursed are those who persecute others in the name of righteousness,
for they have mistaken cruelty for holiness
and domination for the kingdom of heaven.
Cursed are you when people praise you
because you flatter their prejudices,
confirm their fears,
and give sacred names to their hatred.
Lament and be exceedingly afraid,
for you have received your reward already:
applause without truth,
power without love,
religion without mercy,
and a kingdom that cannot last. -
Ever Rise!
https://videopress.com/v/wKtd008p?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true Find the video also on my youtube channel: https://youtu.be/br9os1UanIE Ever Rise!I am a spiritImmortal but flawedAnd for the spiritualI yearn, I callSometimesEvenI crySighFeeling a pullingI cannotExplainPerhaps. it has a name?YesGod, our Holy FatherJesus ChristOur Holy BrotherSo next time You feel that yearningYou sigh or cryJust look upThe “Son” on youAlso will be allowed To […] -
I Came to Thee Seeking an Answer
i came to thee seeking an answer like a bird after seed yet what i sought eluded me nor did my want recede my wings had brought me to the end of all i'd ever known torn by storms a waste thought i this journey i had flown exhausted was i when i fell into your gentle hand i snapped at thee in anger for you refused my demands then you showed me that the seed would have been the death of me when you flung this bird back into the sky twas a stronger wiser me
July 6, 2015
#birdMetaphor #ChristianPoetry #ChristianReflection #divineProtection #divineWisdom #faithAndStruggle #FaithReflection #gentleHandOfGod #God #GodSGuidance #Grace #hiddenMercy #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #PrayerPoem #Providence #resilience #sacredPoetry #soulJourney #spiritualGrowth #SpiritualJourney #spiritualMaturity #strongerWiserMe #surrender #Transformation #TrustInGod #unansweredPrayer #wisdomThroughSuffering #Writing -
Forevermore!!!
May God bless your day. Find my video of this poem on youtube at: https://youtu.be/RO8V235fkvc Forevermore!!!Gift from GodThis beauteous dayI lift my handsBegin to prayBeginning praiseMy face I raiseOh, this feeling of pure joyTo wish that othersYour eternity's blessingsAlso may enjoy!So all believers Enter the frayAs an ancient apostleOnce did sayPut on your full armorEven if it causes a slight clamorFight above satan's roarSo you may save many othersEach and every single dayBe brave!!Save […] -
Surrender
woe are we
birthed into adversity
blind to the realm of eternal possibilitythe prophet spake
the servant did a double take
suddenly saw the surrounding angelic host awakethese battles are not your own
for you strive not against flesh and bone
sit back and watch as your deliverance is sownJuly 2, 2015
#angelicHost #battleBelongsToTheLord #biblicalPoetry #ChristianPoetry #ChristianReflection #Deliverance #divineDeliverance #Elisha #eternalPossibility #eyesToSee #faithAndStruggle #faithPoem #GodSProtection #heavenlyArmies #hopeInAdversity #kingdomOfGod #notFleshAndBlood #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #Prayer #propheticVision #religiousPoem #sacredPoetry #servantOfGod #spiritualAwakening #spiritualWarfare #unseenRealm #Writing -
Illusion
Here is another video based on this poem on: https://youtu.be/nYknjb4_XKQ IllusionSpirits, all we are,Each and every oneWaiting, languishingTrying toObserveFigure outButAll I hearIs the noiseThe shoutsA world caught upIn an illusionThat it somehowHas controlIs its own GodIts own virtuesDoes it unceasinglyExtolBuildings, carsGovernmentsLook what I,(excuse me)We have builtMadeButThe problemThey decayEvery dayIn every wayDid I make The starsNoThe moonNoOr evenThe human soul?So give up the […] -
Free Download!
Here is an opportunity to get a free download of my newest book, a daily devotional. Unique, in that it is a poem for each day of the year with no prose. Each day has Bible verses chosen to enhance the meaning of each day's poem and to help the reader feel closer to their Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ and God, the Father and Spirit. Hope you enjoy! my-soul-sailsDownload -
Sparkle & Shine!
I hope ;you have a very blessed day. Praise God for His indescribable goodness and unending love. Here is a video of the poem at: https://youtu.be/9Orati-X-Og Sparkle and shineSparkle and shineSparkle and shineYou Dear GodBefore our eyesThroughout allThe endlessnessNownessOf eternity’s timesIts might wavesThey fall then crestAs I watch and sighYour beautiful, wonderful faceOverflowingPurity’s incomprehensible graceSuch glorious light bringsMoistness to my eyeAnd on my cheekWhere joy and […] -
Ansokubi No Tanka Ps1185
(Sabbath Tankas from Psalm 118:5 MSG)
Pushed against the wall,
#biblicalPoetry #celebrityCulture #ChristianPoetry #cliffEdge #contemporaryPsalms #Deliverance #devotionalWriting #divineRescue #faithInCrisis #falseHoney #falseIdols #GodAnsweredMe #GodIsMyStrength #GodIsVictorious #handOfGod #Hope #noWayOut #poeticScriptureParaphrase #PrayerPoem #Psalm118 #refugeInGod #sacredPoetry #SpiritualPoetry #spiritualWarfare #strengthAndSong #SurrealSpirituality #swarmingBees #tanka #triumphSongs #TrustInGod #victorySong #weirdFaithArt
I called and God answered me.
God is now at my side.
God is my strong champion.
I flick off my foes like flies.
Take refuge in God.
Don't trust in celebrities
Or the swarming bees
Who chase after false honey.
In the end, they will eat dirt.
I had no way out.
I was right on the cliff edge,
About to fall down.
Then God grabbed me and held me.
God is my strength and my song.
Hear the triumph songs?
Listen to the joyful shouts!
The camp of the saved
Sings, "God is victorious!
The hand of God turns the tide!" -
Freedom
I ask for freedom for one day.
One day when my past shall not hold sway
o’er my aching head
and press upon me with its burden.One day when I shall freely be
all that He sees in me,
to grasp a flicker of eternity
and the Light that beckons me.I ask for freedom for one day
and that day is now
today.May 9, 1987 (age 19)
#1987 #ChristianPoetry #Fear #freed #Freedom #God #Grace #Hope #inspiration #Mercy #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #Poetry #ThePast #Writing -
Road
i stumble along this road alone
my feet on jagged rocks to moan
but soon i shall gain my home
far far awayalone but not forsaken
this path once already taken
when the foundations of the earth were shaken
long time agothough blind i can still see
#1987 #aloneButNotForsaken #ancientPath #blindFaith #ChristianPoetry #divinePresence #faithWalk #foundationsShaken #freedomInChrist #God #guidedByGod #heavenlyHome #homewardBound #Hope #Jesus #lightOfGod #Perseverance #pilgrimage #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #rockyRoad #sacredPath #SpiritualJourney #spiritualLonging #trialsAndTrust #Writing
my eyes on him who guideth me
in his presence i at last am free
now and near at hand
May 9, 1987 (age 19) -
Repent Repent!!
Hope you enjoy the poem. Have a blessed day! Watch the poem set to music in a video on you tube: REPENT!Repent, RepentBefore it's too lateLest you are devouredBy hell's darkHorrificallyAll-consuming gatesRepent, RepentBefore it's your last chanceTo receive your last glanceOf Christ's redeemingOpen armsRepent, RepentTomorrow is not guaranteedHere, NOWThis heartbeatWill it be hell's painful, burning gates(remember, you still have a choice)Or the unending lightOf Heaven's eternal joys!! -
FREE!!!
Hope you enjoy your day and this poem. Watch a short video of it set to picture and music at: https://youtu.be/x08V1eoNjs0 FREE!!!AhTo live in celestial windsAt lastPerfected Free from all my sinsOhThe joy of that!!!To receive of YouA purest full tasteAt Your beautiful FaceAllowed to look,Even to stareFree foreverFrom all my darkest woesAll my earthly cares!!!! -
Down On Your Knees!
Go to my youtube channel and watch video of this blog post: https://youtu.be/OaM8rCTYg0k His KingshipGet down on your kneesOh broken, lost worldAs the KING of GLORYPasses byMay I hear an Audible sigh?Or maybe notBecauseOf one thingI fear,We forgotComing from so manyPulpits of todayOf a very large influenceAre words. . . Jesus loves youBut of the same pursuanceShould beJESUS IS LORD,MASTER, KING!Of these facts should beA total congruence!!!!So many spiritual leadersHeard todayStrip Christ and […] -
The Awakening
The AwakeningOh, I prayFor a great awakeningAs in the time ofGeorge WhitfieldThose fiery daysA world's revivalTo stave off, undoAny apostasyWhich without YouLord ChristIs a world lost In its own Dark destinyOn this holy weekendMay we be remindedOver and overAgain and againHow with YourGlorious SacrificeYou came our soulsTo winTo pull us up out ofOur deep depraved And abyss-destined sinSo in this seasonof our TODAY(these words I love to say)May Your Heaven's GatesBe flung openForever, ever, […] -
CW: CW: Christian/religious poetry (not by me)
This was recommended to me by my undergrad adviser (may not be the right term, I mean the prof that was grading me on my honors thesis in undergrad) a decade ago.
I ended up not writing on it. I honestly struggled to understand it.
It's still a little hard to understand, but I think I get it a lot more now in this stage of life.
"Carrion Comfort" is a phrase that's been buzzing around my mind lately, for reasons I can't quite get into, but let's say I was thinking about how we as humans reach for lesser comforts when we're hurting.
(I'm doing well, btw, don't worry ;)
Carrion Comfort
By Gerard Manley HopkinsNot, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;
Not untwist — slack they may be — these last strands of man
In me ór, most weary, cry I can no more. I can;
Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.
But ah, but O thou terrible, why wouldst thou rude on me
Thy wring-world right foot rock? lay a lionlimb against me? scan
With darksome devouring eyes my bruisèd bones? and fan,
O in turns of tempest, me heaped there; me frantic to avoid thee and flee?Why? That my chaff might fly; my grain lie, sheer and clear.
Nay in all that toil, that coil, since (seems) I kissed the rod,
Hand rather, my heart lo! lapped strength, stole joy, would laugh, chéer.
Cheer whom though? the hero whose heaven-handling flung me, fóot tród
Me? or me that fought him? O which one? is it each one? That night, that year
Of now done darkness I wretch lay wrestling with (my God!) my God.#CarrionComfort #GerardManleyHopkins #Poetry #ChristianPoetry #ReligiousPoetry
-
The Sabbath Sabotage
They told us
holiness was neat,
pressed flat like Sunday clothes,
folded into bulletins,
spoken in indoor voices,
kept safely between hymns
and handshakes.
They told us
Sabbath was a soft thing,
a nap for the soul,
a gentle pause
before returning
to the holy machinery
of earning, buying, proving, becoming.
But Sabbath was never safe.
Sabbath is a wrench
thrown into Pharaoh’s gears.
A door barred against the market.
A candle lit
in defiance of the floodlights.
A refusal
to kneel before the stopwatch.
A holy no
rising like thunder
from tired bones.
Six days, they say,
you shall labor.
And the seventh?
The seventh is mutiny.
The seventh day
the fields are not your masters.
The ledgers do not own your name.
The inbox may howl
like a beast outside the gate,
but you will not feed it.
The empire counts bricks.
Sabbath counts blessings.
The empire demands output.
Sabbath gathers manna
and says, enough.
Enough for today.
Enough for this body.
Enough for this earth.
Enough for a life
that was never meant
to be fed into furnaces
just to keep the towers warm.
Sabbath is not laziness.
It is revolt
with bread on the table.
It is trust
with dirt under the fingernails.
It is the slave
remembering he is human.
The widow
remembering she is seen.
The ox
remembering grass.
The land
remembering how to breathe.
And maybe that is why
they sabotage Sabbath.
Because rest breaks rank.
Because silence interrupts slogans.
Because delight cannot be monetized forever.
Because a people
who learn to stop
may also learn
they can refuse.
Refuse the lie
that worth is measured in production.
Refuse the sermon
of profit without mercy.
Refuse the fear
that if we cease for one day
the world will fall apart—
as though we were the ones
holding up the stars.
No.
Sabbath is the admission
that we are not God,
and the miracle
that God is still good.
So let the engines choke.
Let the schedules stutter.
Let the tyrants call it weakness.
Let the anxious call it waste.
Let the merchants stand bewildered
before shuttered stalls
and unhurried hearts.
For this is the sabotage:
to rest in a restless world,
to feast in a famine of joy,
to loosen your fist
when all of history
has trained it to clench.
To stop.
To breathe.
To bless.
To remember
that we were not made
for endless extraction,
but for communion—
with God,
with neighbor,
with creature,
with soil,
with our own forgotten souls.
And so, on the seventh day,
we commit our small rebellion:
we light candles against consumption,
set tables against despair,
sing psalms against the grind,
and call this shattered life
still sacred.
This is no small thing.
This is how the kingdom enters:
not always with trumpets,
but with napping children,
unbought hours,
shared bread,
and a people audacious enough
to believe
that the world can turn
without their frantic striving.
Blessed are the saboteurs of empire.
Blessed are the keepers of Sabbath.
Blessed are the tired
who lay their burden down
and find, beneath the weight of all they carried,
a joy the masters could not confiscate.
For every Sabbath kept
is a crack in the idol.
Every prayer whispered at rest
is a seed beneath the pavement.
Every holy pause
is a hammer blow
against the myth
that Caesar owns time.
He does not.
The clock does not.
The market does not.
Time belongs to God.
And God,
in mercy,
has given some of it back to us.
#AntiWar #biblicalImagination #ChristianPoetry #ChristianReflection #empireCritique #faithAndJustice #holyResistance #Nonviolence #peace #peaceWitness #propheticImagination #propheticPoetry #resistanceToEmpire #restAsRebellion #Sabbath #SabbathAsResistance #SabbathRest #SabbathSabotage #sacredRest #spiritualResistance #SpokenWord #steampunkArt #symbolicArt #theologyOfRest #warMachine -
Not Another Windmill
Or, 'Lines in Defence of Being Myself, And Only That'. Poetry.https://aspiringruth.wordpress.com/2026/01/26/not-another-windmill/
-
Backslider, Return
Same old battles, and always troubled
It didn't get better. My woes doubled
What's the reason? I'm totally floored!
Frustrated and weary, I left the LordBut where am I headed? I simply roam
Dare I think of going back home?
What, this time, will be made right?
I see no sun. Just the black midnight.A voice so sweet, and yet so stern
reminds me that I know where to turn
Years have passed. Is it too late?
I wonder. I ponder, and I wait.Time is passing. It's slipping away
Yesterday's gone. But there's still today
I'll never be happy. Never be whole
Until Christ is back in my soulDear God, I give up. I surrender all
Restore me, Lord. I've heard Your call
The way might be bumpy, rough, uphill
But I claim blessing, if I do Your will©2024 First Page by HeavenlyManna.net
https://heavenlymanna.net/christianArticle.php?article_id=1393
#Backslider #LostSheep #ChristianPoetry #ChristianPoems #Inspirational -
Lost World
Lost World who would want to live in a world without God’s purpose Where boundaries have no name each human heart choses the beginning of its own tumultuous game no structure no solidity only constant fluidity rampant running from one idea to another as they lay sunning on rocks just waiting another innocent to be baiting not realizing each stone carries the lust of each heart’s own depravity guidelines are good standing out from the crowds as they should but […] -
Sound of Love
we are nothing more than shells
with screams inside
crying and longing to be filled
yet cringing like a frightened animal
against the wall
afraid to be hurtthere is only one person who can
change ussomeone who can reach inside and
turn the volume off
replacing it with the sweet soft
sound of loveMay 11, 1987 (age 19)
#1987 #Brokenness #ChristianPoetry #compassion #divineLove #emotionalHealing #fearAndLove #frightenedSoul #God #Grace #healingLight #Hope #innerAnguish #innerNoise #Jesus #JesusHeals #longingToBeFilled #Love #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #Redemption #sacredComfort #screamsInside #shells #softSoundOfLove #spiritualTransformation #woundedHeart #Writing -
Taste
Righteousness is a gift
#1987 #acceptance #ChristianPoetry #Contemplation #devotionalPoem #divineGrace #Faith #GiftOfGod #God #GodSGoodness #Grace #Hope #innerFaith #Mercy #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #religiousWriting #righteousness #sacredMystery #salvation #SpiritualReflection #spiritualTrust #surrender #tasteAndSee #TrustInGod #Writing #youthPoetry
only God can understand.
All other attempts are useless -
only acceptance is needed.
That is the ultimate trust.
Taste and see that God is good.
Savor the delicious flavor.
Enjoy.
Only do not forget to swallow.
May 5, 1987 (age 19)