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Who Am I

I am the ring around Saturn
spinning words as particles of ice and dust
with the power to transcend

I am the original chosen to be right here right now
transmitting verbal frequencies 
through speaking my thoughts into existence

I am the heir of omnipotence,
born with a direct connection to profound abundance 
The one whose words will age, yet still have substance;
since there are no boundaries attached to my pen

I am constant energy
Translating personal experience into imagery 
Vulnerable to tyranny,
yet i continue attempting to share some truth
through this abstract language of poetry

I am the core
I am that I am more
I am the Divine Presence that is the Source of my rewards

I am the green you get when you mix too much yellow with the blue
That shade of gold you get when the sun resides into darkness
and when it ascends in the dawn burning dew
I am the transition between the third and fourth dimension of time;
the love you feel when you realize how it feels

I am the poem that is abstractly direct
because I write beyond limits
absorbing frequencies from 3 to 8 hertz
through meditation for several minutes
I am the one bridging the gap between
the analog ascension and the direct connection to spirit
The one who is love
because I am a descendent  of it

I am the rhythm that the wind blows
I am the beginning and the ending of stories told
about the universe and how miracles unfold
I hold the power to accept judgement from those who will do just that
Not knowing that I am them in the absolute reality of me
Judge that

I am knowledge beyond measure because that is my right
So I continue meeting the different parts of me
when I meditate and write
Who am I?
I AM, THAT, I AM



Details | Couplet | |

Thats a sin

A whole new twist to the same old story
Evil scientist in their laboratories
Creating monsters that live in the night
I often reflect on mankind's plight
As mankind drifts further from his soul
We seek things to fill the hole
The path of lies forever bends
Truth is straight and narrow my friends
As I see it getting bent in every way
I simply find myself compelled to pray
What will become of our sons and daughters
Will their souls be led to slaughter
As scientist seek out another way
To disprove what the bible has to say
Trillions spent in search of a ghost
Another theory of true reproach
Rainbow stars now fill the skies
I wonder what is hidden inside their lies
We can now place a robot up on Mars
But can't help the drunk at the local bar
Trillions more spent on a new space station
But we can't feed the hungry right here in our nation
Seems to me before we go further conquering space
We should maybe try to help out the human race
Our quest for knowledge has drove us insane
We are now so smart we don't use our brain
Our nation was founded "In God We Trust"
Our government says "Let it be covered in dust"
Even this lowly creature up out of the pen
Knows in his heart that thats a sin


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Lines Life and our Faith in God

Lines Life and our Faith in God


Is it possible to divide lines?
Which are of numerous types and kinds,
Like life, which always appear in different,
Forms, colors, shapes and types.

But when all these types and kind of lines disappears,
Covering the sheet of darkness,
What is left is only a tiny dot,
Which has no end and has no beginning.

From a tiny dot only life and every thing began one day,
And in a tiny dot every thing would vanish one day,
Leaving no lines of any kind bold or thin,
On the sands of time,
What would ultimately be left, as the last impression,
Would only be a tiny dot, much smaller than the rolling tears of eyes.

The Universe also started from a dot,
Even all universes and galaxies, stars and planets,
Started from a dot created by God,
And every thing ultimately would vanish,
One day in the darkness of a dot, like black hole,
About which we almost know nothing,
Except that every thing including the earth, planets, stars,
Even our body and mind and its high rising aims and ambitions
Would ultimately get lost in the magnetic darkness of the 
Black hole, which is nothing but another form of a dot.

The creative and destructive power of the dot,
Is right before us in the form of a computer,
Which builds, learns and teaches every thing,
Starting and ending from tiny tiny dots,
And places before us humans and nature,
Animals and creatures, in their true forms, except
They do not breathe, love and hate like humans.

But humans are close to create a new dot,
Tomorrow it would breathe and talk, 
It would think and walk and may also love and hate
And may be, it would start creating,
New types of humans and may start thinking himself one day,
As our new Creator or a new God.

I pondered, wondered and imagined,
What would happen, when this new God,
Would have a small amount of some power in his hand
And may become a new God for those,
Who do not believe in our faith and in our Almighty God,
As even a small amount of the power of creation and destruction,
May blind the weak humans to start thinking himself as the new God.

In such a situation, all lines of all types may disappear
For ever from us, which has so far, 
Saved us from the total disappearance of our existence,
And has brought up like a child in every religion and faith,
So that we may flourish and bloom like his Nature
And may adore Him as,
Our faith or God or as our strong and bold Dot,
Which always loves us a lot.


Ravindra


Kanpur India     13th June 2006




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I'm Your King

A burst of white light gamma rays, overbearing a flash of brilliance burns through to my soul everything is like hell the world starts to melt in the blink of an eye just the cold blackness of night I don't care if I am not again what I once was, for at this moment I am greater now than ever before I took the path between teetering, tight roping walking right up to my right divined in my unholy state I thought I told you I am your king still you sit there, hesitating I know you hate me what does that mean? I hate just about everything still I'm chosen I did not wish before now bow down to me refuse me no more for I shall always be your demon until you accept me as your King. I don't even know you though you say we used to be best of friends, you and me the day you ditched me I remember now exactly how it played out back when we were just tiny things even back then I still was King you thought me stupid just a ruse I would laugh inside, you see? not one of you single, mean people ever even knew me in a world, mostly seen to me that is why only I can be your true King and bring forth a new source of light everlasting. As two worlds collide slowly aligned one wrapped in shadows one bathed in white evils swirling in the clouds above I'll always be the king you love to hate or despise as in your blood I thought I told you, I am the one I am the way, the way out shall be shown breathe in my spirit as it carries you away breathe in my faith it shall carry your empty space and deposit you gently on a cloud just enough higher than you've ever dreamed of for I am king now, and your in my hell your in my imagination, I'll just never tell you'll feel as though dreaming, you'll feel now if you try and see you were always found the most shared in the light cast upon me the last bright star in heaven. Denounce my name, if you may One year later, still not afraid A black sheep, a darkened spade That's just life, I'm not right I'm in the wrong, follow along Like a piper, I'll pitch a song Mesmerized, the weak wills sing I thought he told you, he's still our king.


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No Room for God

A most genius, scientific mind, whom I respect,
with chalkboards full of numbers and symbols;
such mathematical equations and theories
as to boggle the ordinary mind, spoke these words,
"No room for God."
I find that odd.

The same words spoken to Mary and Joseph.
The irony couldn't be stranger,
thus Jesus, born in a manger.

Everything so condensed to nothing, given birth with a bang.
How long was nothing, nothing; till it became everything?
Who knew or made a difference in the two?
What was the cause of this evident explosion?
The answer isn't odd.
It, my friend, was God.

He reveals himself through numbers and scientific discoveries.
From infinities our minds can't see,
and so small the number three.

He himself, father, son and holy spirit;
we being body, mind and soul.
And the great scientific discovery of atoms;
even those three parts well known.
So let us give a nod.
There is only room for God.

He is Alpha and Omega; the beginning and the end'
Jehova and The Great I Am,
Jesus, the precious Lamb.

Author's note:
What some call universal intelligence;
I call God.
I will not deny him.


Contest: God
Sponsor: Regina Riddle


Details | Haiku | |

Silence

Silence can deceive                                        
One's quiet to understand
Another to destroy


Details | Rhyme | |

The Last Link to Being-The Tale of Ribonucleotides-

I curse thee ribonucleotides
For to shatter my faith was your goal
and the spec of light I held inside
You've replaced with a vacuous hole

For science has proven beyond any doubt
That you came to exist on your own
Elements melded in perfect conditions
The recipe is finally known

These roots of life have been made in a lab
and they needed no ethereal spark
I close my eyes and try to forget
But there is no return to the dark

I'm stuck on this rock, what  reason to be?
In the truth there exists no compassion
I curse thee ribonucleotides
and this empty heart that you've fashioned


Details | Rhyme | |

Evolution

"Evolution is the stupidest thing for anyone to believe in."
 The above was said to me by a very devout Christian
 of undisclosed religious denomination.
 My response to this individual was the following:
 "Evolution isn't something one can choose to believe in
 because it has nothing to do with faith but everything to do with science,
 and unlike every Holy Scripture it's not open to interpretation.
 Science is and always will be strictly based on proof and evidence,
 and the proof and evidence prove only one thing.
 The process of evolution has been going on since the dawn of creation,
 and continues to this day evolving everything,
 be it everything alive or non living.
 This is something I know NOT something that I believe
 because science has proved all of this to me.
 Evolution doesn't prove that God doesn't exist.
 In my opinion, 
Evolution gives God credibility because it's truly a miraculous process."


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Mind and Sound

Only light can penetrate the 
darkness
that resides in the default state 
of mind
I descend from beta to delta 
through
binaural beats; instantly caught 
between frequencies beyond 
time 

I absorb amplitudes of acoustic 
energy
and I learn to just be earth 
Since I am the earth 
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its 
existence, 
I've owned the power of 
omnificence 

I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a 
descendant 
Created in the image of a 
thought
and a feeling from the 
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from 
rhythmic
pulse that manipulates 
subconscious minds

Immersed  between 4 and 7 
hertz;
brainwaves halt to a conscious 
sleep
All  chakras are aligned shining 
crown energy 
and now my consciousness 
begins to reap! 
and light begins to penetrate 
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there 

is now flooded with sound 
patterns
that force brainwaves to submit 
to power
of omnipresent sound that 
always was 
and always will be connected to 
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially 
beyond;
physical time and space

I long to embrace the intensity 
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds 
that resonate from the inner 
core
and continue to connect 
through the binaural beats that 
-  
remind me of before

Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining 
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel 
while reaping an abundance of 
benefits and rewards
Listen!! 
It's already yours

Just reach out and grab it 
as long as intention and ego is 
checked
the universe will correspond 
accordingly
it will deliver a life to you divine 
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that 
were there from before
They will guide to to the 
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect 
directly with the source 




Details | Dramatic monologue | |

I don't have enough faith

It takes real faith to be an evolutionist
For as you study science
The most difficult element to find
Is randomness
And if randomness is scarce;
Almost theoretical,
Then there is design
(a thought heretical)
And if there is a design
There must be a designer? 

DNA is information
Coded strips of pure devotion
To the contrary of the notion
That we came out of sludgy potion

But then we need to understand
That in every place in every land
Evolution is preached as gospel truth
And if preached, it is religion
Without proof, not a smidgen!

Funny how the scientists find 
That adaption of genetic kind
Was programmed in by a superior mind

Funny how the scientists find
That DNA has an operating system
A base code filled with wisdom

I just don’t have enough faith to believe
In evolution


Details | Free verse | |

Loves' EXPERIMENT


                                  They're called, "the Central Science"
                                 and the Physics connecting with other
                                Natural Sciences. Becoming the Number
                               of Atoms on the Left and the Right in the
                                Equation for a Chemical Transformation
                                                  to be EQUAL.

                             They're the Quantity, the Structure, the Space
                                and the Change seeking out Patterns and
                         FORMULATING new Conjectures. Becoming Equations
                                of Expressed Relationships between given
                                 Quantities, the Known and the Unknown.

                         They become an instant Luminous Sphere of Plasma
                                            held together by GRAVITY.
                                    Descending ever sooo brightly through
                                            Dark Cloud Constellations.
                                 Becoming their own Thermonuclear Fusion
                           and Interacting Gravity, giving the Earth its source
                                                    of ENERGY.

                              Let NO Scientist, Mathematician or Astronomer
                                               determine their FATE.

 A.J.C


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DISPENSATION OF THE DIVINE

Underneath a gorgeous forenoon sky,
In a lush and cool garden of delight,
The green pheasant lifts his exploring eye,
Calling his all wise sage beyond his sight.
His melodious song praises the divine One,
Whose luminance descends in a beam,
Touching within the shrine bright as the sun,
Turning every thing gold as in a dream.
The Lord rests now upon His noble throne,
Calling all to climb up the stairs of stone.

There my reverie of Jesus commenced--
The glory of His office deified,
His knowledge of man’s history there dispensed,
His science of the present thither described.
Wisdom of the future was His display,
Myself humbled to receive His cachet.

Five years of learning was spent at this shrine--
Proving command of as many disciplines--
Crossing the bridge from human to Divine,
His acute knowledge of miracles begins.
Then writing for His testimonial,
Also history that brightens the wise,
With focus on the rites ceremonial,
And how theocracy does authorize.
Divine authority added to His reign,
With the King’s seal He departs the domain.


Details | I do not know? | |

God's Church ?

In a time when science rules
Why am i still surrounded by fools 
To speak of a book and of faith and hope
Which upon closer inspection the book is a joke

Adam and Eve are just a disease 
Implanted in your mind and which you believe
To enquire into anything else is a sin in it self
To spend a life worrying of sinning is bad for your health

If god is kind, caring and always near
You could believe what you want. What would he care ?
But as the churches have learned there is money in fear
A tool perfected over 500 years

Even such a powerful entity as the church can bumble
Somewhere along the way they forgot to be humble
And as new science can now prove 
A matter on which the church wont move

Is that of evolution the journey of man
Sorry what part of this theory is hard to understand ?
The warning signs are approaching fast
Through not moving forward becoming a thing of the past

The thought of that never ceases to thrill me
And if god didn't like what I'm doing he'd kill me


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Logic and science

Through logic and science
One can even know Allah
And understand Him


Details | Free verse | |

Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


Details | Personification | |

JUXTAPOSED

~~~~~~~~~~~ "Sky's eyebrows white on blue juxtaposed... tears wave to wash away pain on cue" ~~~~~~~~ ~JSLambert © 2012 Poet TreeZ Publishing


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Main Matrix

So, if a matrix is a body substance, in which all cells are embedded?
Then can I not spiritually say that the body of Christ is also a matrix?
Well, is it safe to assume or safer to not assume the differences in such?

If I have a World Wide Web with many matrixes, there must be a main.
How does one achieve the main matrix without a conversion of all matrixes?
Each living breathing organism has a matrix, but what supplies this?
 
Seems how all bodies have cells embedded in a matrix,
Is it not safe to assume that the universe has a matrix?
If so, where is the main universal matrix?
There must be a connection of some sorts,
Nevertheless, what is it and where is it?
Moreover, why has this not been thought of?
 
If the body is the temple of the Lord,
Then He must have a main matrix.
Matrix is Latin for womb.
So in which womb is this matrix?
Only a female has a womb.
There must be one that is required by none.
 
Now let us get even more difficult here.
We have a World Wide Web with many matrixes.
What if the World Wide Web is an individual womb?
It obviously has good and evil in its growth.
Could there have been two that fused by one?
Could there have been a conversion of all matrixes.
Or is there only one main matrix being a female?
 
Let us get back to the body of Christ and His matrix.
Let us even go to your own bodies matrixes.
An enclosure within in which something originates or develops,
This is what lives and breathes inside of you every day, a matrix.
Do we not develop Christ within ourselves, and He our originator?
Is it not safe to assume that we are the body of Christ?
Moreover, that we are of a matrix that has a universal main matrix?
 
 
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Ode | |

Pyramid-Maker

From a three-sided angle
Astrological purpose is unmangled
Triangle on top
Square on the bottom
Bright halo around God
Our tears fill His bottle
A Pyramid is a monument to death
A Tabernacle of wealth
Which comes into effect
When there's no longer breath
Is it mourning or celebration in stealth
Beyond Technology
Architectural prophecy
Geometrical philosophy
The place where Kings and Queens lay
Buried on a sun-disk
Dedicated to Day
The final form to decay
Hands form this shape
When they're positioned to pray.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Theme of Redemption

The Theme of Redemption ” 23 for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, 24 being justified freely by His grace through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus, 25 whom God set forth as a propitiation by His blood, through faith, to demonstrate His righteousness, because in His forbearance God had passed over the sins that were previously committed,” Rom 3:23-25 NKJV The Theme of Redemption Will be the science and the song Of the redeemed throughout the ages Those to whom eternity belongs. It’s the science and the song, Even the angels hold in awe, The infinite mercy and love of Christ Our Redeemer and Intercessor. Let’s meditate upon His mission And contemplate heavenly themes. Our prayers will escalate to heaven; Touch all heavenly realms. We must study the Scriptures Each one for ourselves; Not take another’s interpretation, But make sure we do delve. The noble powers of each mind Need powers worthy of concentration, Comparing Scripture with Scripture, Seeking the Theme of Redemption. Many fail to see the beauty That lies within God’s word; The significance of redemption Is simply bound and not heard. The Theme of Redemption Will be studied for a thousand years. Angels will study with us, Such planned perfection, no arrears. To us it is a mystery And to the angels as well. It’s only in eternity This Theme of Redemption Christ will tell. Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2012 www.maureenlefanue.com


Details | Sonnet | |

Gulf Oil Spill

Our ecosystem and wildlife can no longer be ignored
The devastation caused by the Gulf oil spill must vastly be restored

As anger and frustration surges across the Coast
The depletion of our environment, indeed we fear the most

Several past months, many lives have been erased
In the midst of these disasters, we can only look to faith

Now let us pay a visit to some underlying factors
Volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, and other natural disasters

It was not in their intention for a high tech failed invention
Yell still they don't take into account the consequences of their actions

Efforts to contain this oil spill is more doltish than we have known
What more massive debacles can this single Earth condone?

Many local residents are now suffering from depressions
So think about what lies ahead, our future generations


©RashanaKing2010


Details | Terza Rima | |

The Heart of Imagination

Imagination of my heart, be still
Is it not true that thoughts define our world?
And bring to light obscurities that thrill.

For in the mind, new ideas are unfurled.
Genesis, like Einstein’s Relativity,
Embrace complex concepts still swirled.

Religious beliefs seek sanctity,
The pursuit of truths proposes questions.
Imagination sees ambiguity.

Theories evolve, offering solutions.
Discrepancies in the mind’s eye revile.
Daydreams and fantasies launch suggestions.

Within the brain collected thoughts stockpile.
And the heart of imagination stays.
Therein lies progression’s basic beguile.

Knowledge and true belief soon parting ways,
That brings us to the heart of imagination.
Are hope, truth, and peace lost in latter days?

Has the brain become man’s great coronation?
The crowning point too often worn askew.
Sometimes men thrive, beneath domination.

The heart of imagination breaks through.
It is not found imbibing happy pills.
It is found in the woodlands or a coo.

Imagination seeks God’s foreordained will.
For it was set at life’s ordination.
It is the brightest view within man’s thrill!

Be still, heart of my imagination.
My faith combines with facts to find this truth.
Man like beast was formed by God’s creation.
All…discerning Heaven’s declaration –

November 8, 2014
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Challenge Title 'Words - The Heart of Imagination?' - Poetry Contest
Sponsor	Brian Johnston


Details | I do not know? | |

two

water melon in my garden
like the sun and moon
just two… 
”...launcher ready…”
steady my hand
tending the weeds
near a row of beans
a far away land
”...it’s not a good time…”
so I wondered
and thought of when
wars are just plays
staged in the hands
of writers like me…
I’d arm the nations
with radish leaves
squash for bullets
that unload seeds
Peanuts money
on my jelly spread
I’d share the health
giving lettuce, head…
”... is it a good time now?...”
who wants a cow
chickens grown
in crowded pens
suffering blows
in.human.e hands
glitters the water
between the corn
I’d sale on ships
into rosebud shores
and i’d grow my fish
in between the stores
”...I’m god in my garden…”
and I divide the rows
soing what suits me
in tomato groves
and near my basil
I’ll build a school
teaching the mint
just how to be cool
and over hear
the potatoes anchor
on stalks of beer
”...wellcome…”
to chi…
banana central
read booms of cheer
...but they say I’m mental.
lentils 
are sooo good in soup!
my capitals
I declare are true!
I only cook 
When I brew my stew…
and no one regrets
in the garden of Sue.
”...yes piglet…”
I was Just
Making sure of you.


Details | Free verse | |

An unravelling of time

Time
Is a measure of existence
Where we all play our part
Looking back and looking forward
We live so much and imagine so much
Sketching life on our minds and our hearts
Sometimes we break 
And we think we are- Irreparable
But somehow -
We move through time 
Changing and shaping 
This way and that – from darkness to light
Shedding off the old 
Birthing the new into existence – we didn’t know was beyond-Times portals
Here we explore the supernatural world of promise- at the Kings command
We enjoy a Kingdom of priceless worth - it outshines times wrappings 
Time that is slowly unraveling
Being discarded on the pile -
Of a past life.

© Brenda V Northeast 30th August 2012


Details | Monorhyme | |

Travel Free, TROUBLED TRANSIENT

TRAVEL FREE, TROUBLED TRANSIENT...

Lift the gate to roll with swine and the glory of it all
Ride the tide all night, abide by no law and stand tall...
Hitch-hike till' Hell says, "get out n' surf the SUN"
Do it all over Land Rover; don't blink 'till the deed is done
Divide doom by blue tears you stack
Kill the clock boy; time tempts worse than crack
Live the gift reckless, rest (maybe) when you die
Never look back Jack; middle finger to the sky!



*(brace yourself at '12, all hands on deck)


Details | Monorhyme | |

My Unique Line

"Just believe us, we see Jesus”...from my poem “The Shroud of Turin”


The Shroud of Turin bears a loving face It gives Christians a miracle to embrace With tests scientists hope faith will erase
*The debate of the authenticity of the Shroud of Turn has been going on for centuries. Scientists have employed carbon dating and other techniques to debunk its authenticity. Why can’t they let those of us who believe it is Christ’s face see it is a miracle? By CD


Details | Lyric | |

Don't Doubt I Love You

You can doubt the sun will rise
Or that the skies are ever blue.
You can doubt an eagle flies
Or that truths are ever true.
You can doubt everything you see
Within your field of view.
But don’t you ever doubt…
Never doubt that I love you

You can doubt the change of seasons
Or that stars will always shine.
You can doubt both faith and reason,
And that elements combine.
You can doubt the things I say
And the things you see me do.
But don’t you ever doubt…
Never doubt that I love you

No, do not ever doubt.
No, do not ever doubt.
No, do not ever doubt I love you.


Details | Lyric | |

THE PARADOX

We
know
a lot
about God-
less of creation.


Details | Free verse | |

The Force

Adding
peculiar
subtracting
never

laws 
of something
(besides physics)

has to
wants to
needs to
improve

velocity 
is present
and that very force
pushes 
the dead weight
forward
until
it can't sit still anymore

because
it has to

it's got to move
or else
it dies


Details | Ottava rima | |

Theories Are Not Facts

The Big Bang Theory and others devised.
Professors armed with latest editions.
Soon, teach as facts; oh, faith of youth revised.
Inspired, common suppositions.
Biblical creation too soon capsized.
Unaware, youth accepts false traditions.
Half-truths and questions upon young minds flay. 
It irks me;  I saw my faithfulness stray.

Had God finished his work in seven days?
But fields of plants and herbs had not been formed!
Had Adam not yet met his earthly phase?
That contradiction through my faith once stormed.
And countless questions set my soul ablaze.
Is Chapter two of Genesis malformed?
I prayed for answers; turned again to faith.
Pondering, wondering until Christ’s waith.

Inklings energized my logical mind.
For Genesis, decoding must be found. * 
One’s faith in God never has to be blind!
Ask many questions with thoughts heaven bound.
Upon my brain, some secret truths would bind.
Before too long, the logic came around.
Yes, answer found, years ago; set me free.
Those first days began molecularly.

By searching fact and theory my trust grew.
I prayed for wisdom as I pondered life.
Past doubtful years had sent my faith askew.
Those days watched science lace my heart with strife.
But, God above would see my trust renew.
With deepest thought a helpful book was penned.
Genesis Decoded, brought faith, again.

I know there is a God who made all things.
Laws of physics and each atom show his force.
Genetics explored God’s created string. 
Now, scientists have altered nature’s source.
Relativity, the Theory, God sings,
Molecules are moving along their course.
So let us feel and know wherein truth lies.
Upon the facts, not schemes, forever cries. 

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  Don't write for the contest, Contest 	
Sponsored by: Vicky Tsiluma

Ó January 26, 2014
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
* http://www.redbubble.com/people/daneann/writing/3355478-genesis-decoded
ALSO SEE  http://www.redbubble.com/people/daneann/writing/3479742-bridging-the-
gap-between-science-and-religion-the-hypothesis


Details | Narrative | |

The Song Of David

Enlighten days have past
He comes excel in all, so he thinks
"I am greater than man,
I know what ignorant man does not.
Come to me for knowledge unsurpassed!".
He points to the blue heaven,
"Where is thy wisdom? For I know all.
Where is thy command? That makes the ground shake
And brings forth water that lives?"

At the great gatherings,
He flocks the shepherds, blind, mute and deaf  
He answers to the multitude of questions
He asked the shepherds, "but what are thy questions?",
“I know not what do ask a man of your wisdom, but what  is a dream?
What is life?” asked the young herdsman.
"I know not what you speak of", said the Man.
"I only know what i can feel, touch and see"

"A dream is dream that passes us by, like gentle breeze of fresh spring.
Life holds all things mystery and doubts.
Shepherd knows to flock, not life or dreams".
"The shepherds are those who are humble, noble one", said the herdsman
"The blind cannot see, the mute cannot speak and the deaf cannot hear".
"Who are you preaching to? Silent and amaze, the man looks on.  

"If the blind could see you, 
They would say, 'look here is the man who tried to humble the blind
For they can see what others cannot,
If the mute could speak, they would humble you!
And if the deaf could hear they would shamed your wisdom".
"Was I a fool?" said the Man "or are you not that young herdsman?
Who knows nothing of life and passes his days tending the sheep's?
What could you learn from such simpleton life?"

"Life I live is simple indeed, 
No one knows that the shepherds are those who protects the weak"
"Nature is a friend of the shepherd; we sing the song of David
And rubs the olive oil to our young sheep, to keep away the flies".
Insulted, the man's fury turns over to the young herdsman
"Nature? Protect the weak? The song of David? Flies?
How can nature befriend a lonely shepherd? Protect who?
Song of David the Shepherd who became the king? 
What flies would harm the young flocks?"

The young herdsman smiled at the frown face of the man,
Left without a word
The blind, the mute and deaf ignored the man.
An unyielding shame kept the man humbled
He wonders why the young herdsman smiled about.
He came about a bridge and crossed the rocky roads
On the hill top he stood 
And saw the young herdsman singing the Song of David.