Popular Poems About Faith

I remember it was early in the winter of ‘89
My family was attending a church retreat
Somewhere in the California desert
Somewhere in those hills
In those days
Hemet was very much a desert town

The second night I was there
I remember some of us went out to the campfire
It was cold
But in the desert
Away from all the light pollution
The sky was lit up with all kinds of stars
And at fourteen
Impressionable by faith
I felt that something bigger than me was out there
That something had painted that canvass in the...

07/30

Vargary

I don’t believe Stars sleep or even want to sleep
due to SUDDENLY being thrusted into this new
wonderment of light!
Yes, scientifically, sooner or later, much like our
earth’s sun, all stars get to forever rest.
Hooooooooooooowever,
Spiritually speaking, if new Angels can be born
why not a new star from an ended life on earth?
I wouldn’t want to be wasting my time
(there is NO TIME in the afterlife)
ceding into slumber.  I’d become the adventurer
of my neo ethereal existence!

Might ever...

It wasn’t so much the fear of what happens after death
But the constant guilt over things beyond my control
It just felt like many of the decisions I made in my youth
Were based on the premise – I was trying to save my soul

And yet for some reason it felt like something was missing
Many of the things I saw and witnessed didn’t make sense
I had lost faith and found it and lost it over and over again
And until the veil was lifted it stripped away that innocence

Then I believed I’d achieve something with a bigger purpose
Even the little...

Life is made up of poems, prayers, and promises;
fantasies, dreams, and wishes;
lazy days, naps, and good intentions;
family, friends, and even a few who don't like us;
good times, bad times, and days without meaning;
joy, pain, and sorrow;
success, failure, trails and tribulation;
health, sickness, struggling to survive;
the passing of youth, the years of responsibility, and old age;
Somewhere in the middle of it all is a deep unending faith
in the good God above.
After all, wise Solomon told us the purpose of life
is to...

I am not the sunrise
but I should be
I should be a cascade of wind
an unfinished scent
the geometry of words
starting a fresh poem
allowing the lines on my face
to tell it all
leak the shade of grief

I should be an ounce of pride
that spills
from an assumption
of sexual symbolism
headed the wrong way
down a one way street

I should be deep darkness
where old habits live
in ignorance
in awkward silence
beneath equations of unknown

I should be scarred wounds
trying to heal ...