Poems About Faith Seeking Honest Critique
#faith
THROUGH STRENGTH
They say that for everything that happens in our lives, was made by the designs of our own journeys and travels and walks. THROUGH the process of getting to see, another side of US, apart of our true character that holds our true potential. They say that in person eye to eye as you look in the mirror on the wall, what do you see 👁️ do you SEE 👁️ how much you've changed over time. For do you have any regrets on some of the paths, you chose to take regardless of the illusions, and the words of your consequences.....😞 But yet through all that, in the...
#faith
#fate
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
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For you, me
For you, for me.
I turned the binds over myself,
tied the knots,
built the castle walls,
they protect you as if I'm an army,
made without will
but call and duty,
I made you -
bore you from my body,
created the importance of your design.
I was born on a Friday,
and you were born on a Friday -
the feeding, bathing,
sleeping, rising,
holding, teaching,
modelling.
I ride the desert plains
without clear location,
it's dizzying and vast -
following your lead
and I don't regret a...
I turned the binds over myself,
tied the knots,
built the castle walls,
they protect you as if I'm an army,
made without will
but call and duty,
I made you -
bore you from my body,
created the importance of your design.
I was born on a Friday,
and you were born on a Friday -
the feeding, bathing,
sleeping, rising,
holding, teaching,
modelling.
I ride the desert plains
without clear location,
it's dizzying and vast -
following your lead
and I don't regret a...
#mother
#soldiers
#faith
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Gym Is Church
it takes a certain kind of humility for
a man to blindly submit
to a regimen conjured from the depths
of his soul...to forge himself into a specimen
to see his endgame in the now
peering past his present circumstance
as he endures the pain of pressurized time...
channeling his inner Atlas
placing the world he wants squarely
on his shoulders..burdening his neo-beast
cornering his belief system...here in his gym
his church...his dungeon..his damnation
his chamber of redemption reconciliation and...
a man to blindly submit
to a regimen conjured from the depths
of his soul...to forge himself into a specimen
to see his endgame in the now
peering past his present circumstance
as he endures the pain of pressurized time...
channeling his inner Atlas
placing the world he wants squarely
on his shoulders..burdening his neo-beast
cornering his belief system...here in his gym
his church...his dungeon..his damnation
his chamber of redemption reconciliation and...
#dark
#religion
#God
#faith
#spiritual
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Poem
moving the human
heart far
afield
like birds with broken
backs singing
praises to the
pain of
saints
pain makes a wounded
God take
notice
some noble cause held
captive by the dirty
virtues of
man
a rock upon which
to break the blue
skies of
heaven
heart far
afield
like birds with broken
backs singing
praises to the
pain of
saints
pain makes a wounded
God take
notice
some noble cause held
captive by the dirty
virtues of
man
a rock upon which
to break the blue
skies of
heaven
#faith
#philosophical
#morality #curse
#morality #curse
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WE HAVEN'T FINISH YET
We haven't finish yet on living this beautiful life, that I have been blessed to be able to see another day. As in the process of getting better with time and effort and energy, and the help of my family and friends and wife and daughter, cause quitting is not a choice of me giving up. FOR it's not over till GOD calls you home for that is what, your faith and beliefs, can do for you in your time of SLEEPLESS DAYS AND NIGHTS. Through this forever changing cycle of life🙏For it's not over when you lose it's over when you quit, wanting to live so I send my condolences and prayers with...
#faith
#fate
#spiritual
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Morning Star
I don't believe in running away
But in the crush I'm fading
*
Before nights, mists, the roiling clouds
The seas untold depth and rolling breadth
Storms unleashed, smiting, thunder and lightning
I know the rains that pelt
And lands parched 'neath searing sun
The chaos of days
Belying plans I've made
All this mine as I wander far from home
A sojourner, stranger
A pilgrim here
Self, dreams, visions I once hoped to be
A future day eluding me
Trapped in loyalty to vows foolish made ...
But in the crush I'm fading
*
Before nights, mists, the roiling clouds
The seas untold depth and rolling breadth
Storms unleashed, smiting, thunder and lightning
I know the rains that pelt
And lands parched 'neath searing sun
The chaos of days
Belying plans I've made
All this mine as I wander far from home
A sojourner, stranger
A pilgrim here
Self, dreams, visions I once hoped to be
A future day eluding me
Trapped in loyalty to vows foolish made ...
#LifeStruggles
#nature
#faith #honesty
#faith #honesty
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fog
I walked into the fog of a spell
avoiding it was impossible
for I was born blind (blindness the sin –
see at any cost) like all,
a fog lain over the land where we dwell:
see it too late – it covers itself.
when all becomes fog, world becomes bathed in gray
we become accustomed to limited spectrums
within our conception
what breaks our perception?
given a cure – then it's taken away
or diverts the curse into new dimension:
symbols are abstracts; the ocean is mere introspection
look inward, into the fog – fog has settled there ...
avoiding it was impossible
for I was born blind (blindness the sin –
see at any cost) like all,
a fog lain over the land where we dwell:
see it too late – it covers itself.
when all becomes fog, world becomes bathed in gray
we become accustomed to limited spectrums
within our conception
what breaks our perception?
given a cure – then it's taken away
or diverts the curse into new dimension:
symbols are abstracts; the ocean is mere introspection
look inward, into the fog – fog has settled there ...
#Christian
#faith
#spiritual
#magic
#curse
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My God me and my sister.
My mother- Ma kali
Anando mayee Ma.
Ma Durga.
Anando mayee Ma.
Ma Durga.
#religion
#faith
#spiritual
#philosophical
#morality
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Always Pray
Each night before I sleep..I pray..
I've no idea the words I'll say..
I know I'm safe in bed..in the dark..
Because God's love is alive in my heart..
In the morning when I wake..
I know from God it's no mistake..
I thank him for another day..
And to him each day I pray..
I've no idea the words I'll say..
I know I'm safe in bed..in the dark..
Because God's love is alive in my heart..
In the morning when I wake..
I know from God it's no mistake..
I thank him for another day..
And to him each day I pray..
#religion
#faith
#spiritual
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The Forgotten
Oh lord
Don't forget me
It does feel like you have
It does feel like I'm overlooked
Like my day will never come
I am still working at it
I am still stumbling and falling
So why do I feel forgotten?
Will my time ever come?
I don't know
Don't forget me
It does feel like you have
It does feel like I'm overlooked
Like my day will never come
I am still working at it
I am still stumbling and falling
So why do I feel forgotten?
Will my time ever come?
I don't know
#faith
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MISADENTURE
He thinks me mad!
Of course he does!What else is there to think?
Matters too profound for human ears;
The most faithful would be sceptical to such news.
Yet it is the truth!
My truth!
Of course he thinks me mad!
Of course he does!What else is there to think?
Matters too profound for human ears;
The most faithful would be sceptical to such news.
Yet it is the truth!
My truth!
Of course he thinks me mad!
#faith
#spiritual
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Controversial
Where is God when the famine takes our lives,
When all we have left is the bleak, black skies,
From polluting ourselves to just inexist,
And all of our problems end up dismissed.
Where is God when the wars break out,
Thousands of men killed for doubt.
Killed on the battlefield to end some dispute,
And the government tell them to shoot, shoot, shoot.
Where is God when the massacres start,
Hundreds of families being ripped apart,
Lose a mother, a father, a daughter or a son,
To a knife, a grenade or maybe a gun.
Where...
When all we have left is the bleak, black skies,
From polluting ourselves to just inexist,
And all of our problems end up dismissed.
Where is God when the wars break out,
Thousands of men killed for doubt.
Killed on the battlefield to end some dispute,
And the government tell them to shoot, shoot, shoot.
Where is God when the massacres start,
Hundreds of families being ripped apart,
Lose a mother, a father, a daughter or a son,
To a knife, a grenade or maybe a gun.
Where...
#universe
#religion
#faith
#freedom
#philosophical
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