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Water Faith Poems | Faith Poems About Water

These Water Faith poems are examples of Faith poems about Water. These are the best examples of Water Faith poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Details | Free verse |

Sin Hypoxia

To escape sin, I built a glass box around me.
Though sin like water started leaking through the cracks upon me.
Soon the water would consume me.
Forced hand prints scattered inside the glass by me.
Trying to break free of what I built around me.
No one is near to see or help me.
No one to call, to assist or guide me.
Tears accreting to the water wasn't helping me.
The water is slowly getting deeper around me.
The strength is fading away within me.
Please, someone save me! 
Oh God, please forgive me!
Thinking I had all the answers to build this glass box around me.
Sin, yet and still captured me.
I need you now Lord please strengthen me.
Eyes closed beneath the water crying out for him to save me.
His voice appears, "Come as you are to me.
You made a decision to consult with yourself without me.
For I am the only way the truth and the light; not you but me.
All the tools you need are provided by me.
I will bring down this glass box only for your life to be with me.
For I make no mistakes because I am me.
I will send you back to be a living witness for me and only me."


Pace, G 
INK-U-SCRIPT
05-30-2012


Details | Free verse |

Angelica

Angelica

curiously peering over a cloud
   Angelica stepped a bit too far
      wings fluttered and disappeared
         stolen by jealous demons below 

angel flying too close to the ground
   leaving the harmony of heaven
      sensing a need to save a ravaged planet
         landing gracefully on soft soil
 
Angelica hears the bulldozers
   weapons of environmental destruction
      sauntering through Earth’s rainforests
         curiosity beckons as water reflects her image

her lost wings still reflect in the pond
   seen as ripples from her pink, silk gown
      orchid floral tiara crowns her long auburn hair
         even water lilies envy her beauty

captivated by this pool lit with filtered sun
   immersed in an image of herself
      in God’s light all angels appear the same
         bright beams to welcome new souls

fly again she will
   bubbles of hope spring forth
      Earthbound for but a brief time
         cherished cherub sent as nature’s guardian

halo of comfort surrounds
   Angelica leans forth to feel the coolness
      sparkling water caresses warm lips
         her kiss renews Earth’s freshness

other angels transparent in sunlight
   bestow a new set of wings
      mission accomplished, they escort her home
         once again she revels in heaven’s light


For the “Reflection” contest, sponsored by Constance La France ~ a Rambling Poet ~
By Carolyn Devonshire


Details | Free verse |

Today Is a Gift To Us All

The thing about today is that:
                      It will be different than any other day
  Many different factors will share in the reasons 
           That today will be completely original 
  The people we encounter can play a huge role 
                          In the way that our day plays out 
We have no control over how these people may act 
                   No control over what they may say or do 
We can however control the way we allow it to affect us 
               I have met and been friends with 
        About every type of person that there is 
       From healers to killers I have met them all 
Shared meals and how we feel;the pressure of it all 
                             I used to allow outside influences 
                                                 Like these people 
            To play a role in how my day would go  
Then one day I realized that if you remove the water from the falls 
                                                     All that you have left is a cliff 
                                         And of course a hole at the bottom 
                  All the breathtaking beauty of the waterfall is gone 
All because some fool decided to build a dam to divert the water 
                    The River had no choice in how its day would go 
                       It had no choice in allowing an outside force 
                                                        To change its course 
                                        Of where it would end today 
        We have a choice, no matter what anyone does 
We can stay on course and maintain the original beauty of our day 
                                 As long as we always remember 
                                     That this day belongs to us 
The only thing that can change that is God, for it is his gift to us all


Details | Free verse |

An Act Of Birth, Is An Act OF Dying

Blackness moving slowly into light!

becoming one existance

The stars gather like flocks of birds.

See the colors mix and mingle

Creating the perfect shades of colors, the

most beautiful blue and yellow.

Funny how words could form such a savage thing.

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These islands come apart

Gods fingers pulling them into various directions

By his very words they are released.

Morning and nights wed, but they are never

essembled as one.

                                                             3

Out of some experiment called love?

To see us form into flesh and blood

And obeying of water slowly, a piece of dirt

appeared.

Spreading as far as the eyes can see

Its water circled the new dirt, and calm and 

sometimes sea's prevail!

Birth of nations!

                                                                4

The beautiful green, red, yellow, orange and

other shades of our humanity, vibrant fields I seek

and found before the eyes of the almighty.

New species arise, what perfection...

                                                                   5

The heavens speak of many moods, and speaks

to us to know the time, are signs and marks of seasons.

Our days and years combined to reason. Two emotions.

One to sleep and the other to wake, His return on earth cometh

as lightening

And will cease the same by partened clouds and running

horseman, out of the clouds into earth.

And then the ocean filled with the wild and tamed

 A whisper into their hearts and souls to multiply

and above the sea which holds the sky, movements of

graceful wings sour the clouds freely, and glide beneath

a wise space

Below a newly born star.....

 

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Atlas!  the earth has formed to paint these?

and soon our hands which once held silence

and our hearts held peace! this is good

The earth is spinning, the oceans flowing, our blood passing

the woman exist, our beast wondering, the friut so bright!

This is good!  Out of the garden. The murder of innosence

Into our ever lasting taste for flesh, obsession and power

Our need for greed and death! The birth of sin!

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Atlas! the setting and rising, our beating hearts

and pulse which slows its rythem by the generations

Generations fade.. nearly rythemless life beats as the dying rose

Entering winter.

Rest.


Details | Couplet |

Earth, Air, Fire, Water and Spirit

Earth is what we become and makes us whole.
 Air is the first and last thing we breathe in.
 
Fire is what consumes us and eats our sin.
 Water cleanses us, mind, body and soul.

Spirit is in us all and makes us who we are.
  Without these we would fall oh so far.

Invite them into our sacred circle and pay tribute.
 As we are condemned, we are resolute. 

We love fiercely and fight for our freedom.
 Ignorance breeds fear and unwisdom. 

Thank them for gracing us with their presence.
 While we give our thanks and recompense.

Exhilarated and feeling like a newborn child, 
 Wow this circle's "magic" is wild.


Details | Free verse |

Sea of Love

In this stormy sea that we call life, you calm the waters.

As I drifted along you cushioned each blow that I received.

In the mist of each storm, your light guided me to shelter.

When I was drowning in iniquity, you bathed me with salvation.

When the water became polluted you cleansed it with your blood.

When I floated out to sea, you anchored me with your love.

At times the currant was so strong, it pulled me underneath.

You wrapped your arm around me and held my head afloat.

Through each trial and tribulation, your waves washed me ashore.

You were my life preserver in a sea of lies and deception.

As you gave me the water of life, My Lord, I gladly give you mine.





Details | Narrative |

The Water Tower

The water tower stands above the town and can be seen for miles around.  It has a 
ladder leading up to the base of the tank.  This ladder has been climbed by countless 
teenagers, for thrills and mischief and young kids answering a dare.

     Over the years, many symbols and words have been painted on the tank.  From 
Highschool mascots, to hearts of love and proposals.  Flowers and Holiday wishes 
joined in.

     It had always been one mans job to keep the water tank painted and to cover up 
any impromptu artwork.  He always took his time about it though.  Making sure that 
each message stayed up at least two weeks before he would paint over it.
     One day he received a phone call.  On the line was a little boy.  This little boy asked 
the man to please not paint over his message he had written on the tank, as it was 
very important.

     The man explained to the boy that it was his job to keep the tank painted and 
clean.  But, that he would leave his message up there, untouched, for two weeks.  The 
little boy, with tears in his voice said  "Thank you, I hope it will be long enough".

  The next day, as the man was driving past the water tank, he looked up.  He saw no 
message or pictures of any kind on that tank.  He shrugged and assumed that the boy 
had just been to scared to make the climb all the way to the top.

     Three weeks later, the mans phone rings again.  It was that same little boy.  Very 
excited, he proclaimed  "Mister, I just wanted to thank you for not painting over my 
message...It really worked!"

    Intrigued, the man went to the tank with his paint and supplies.  He climbed to the 
top, set down his paint and brush.  He walked around that tank several times and still 
did not see a message.  But, as he bent to pick up the paint can, there it was.  
Towards the bottom of the tank, in crayon with a young child scroll was written:

       "Dear God, pleeze let my daddy come home frum war I miss him
                                   Your frend Mike"

The years passed.  Many drawings and words were painted over by one man and then 
the other, as they took the job over.  But never, the one small patch, with that heart 
felt prayer.


For the contest:  Story Time
Hostess:  Carol Brown
Placement: 2nd


Details | I do not know? |

Clinging To A Memory

A quiet stream in a secret place
I look in the water and see your face
Sitting here beside me
The way we were before you left me
You touched my hand so tenderly
And promised this was how we’d always be
And now I sit here all alone
With just a memory to cling on
Foolish one they would say 
Did you really think he would stay
He was never yours one would say
And your foolish heart drove him away
Now I sit in a world of my own
Sitting here all alone
Maybe they were right but look there in the water I see
His face smiling up at me
He has come back to me
But alas t is the last thing I see


Details | Verse |

Wildflowers

Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
 
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB


Details | Pantoum |

The Credenza


Gold goblet lifts steadily to yielding lips,
his reservations are buried deep within.
Ornate credenza displays one yellow tulip
waning as holy water cleanses him from sin.

His reservations are buried deep within.
The servant fears he's not pious enough.
Waning, as holy water cleanses him from sin,
prayers for his lord rise like wings from a bluff.

The servant fears he's not pious enough
for service by hands of faith and devotion.
Prayers for his lord rise like wings from a bluff
dipped in wine laced with pernicious potion.

For service by hands of faith and devotion,
ornate credenza displays one yellow tulip.
Dipped in wine laced with pernicious potion,
gold goblet lifts steadily to yielding lips.


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