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Christian Moon Poems | Christian Poems About Moon

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Details | Free verse | |

Coming Signs Red

On the Passover Lord 
Almighty blood
In our salvation
four back To back
Bleeding in the Heaven's
 
Eclipsed in blood
Sea waves roar 
Upon your throne 
On the Passover 
Hailing from the clouds 

On the feast of the tabernacle 
I bow to you my king
The moon bleeds 
Almighty power 
Forgive us our sins 

Eclipses the new year
A sign of great glory 
From the eclipsed moon 
On the feast of the trumpets
Falling to the last moon 

The Passover
Feast of the tabernacle 
God's sign
Unto mankind 
Salvation his Holy name

He who believes
shall not perish 
Instead drinks 
from the chalice 
of everlasting Life

Pray It comes
To Passover
in the end

Copyright © liam mcdaid

Details | Quatern | |

The powerful silvery stardust

On that starry night, as I sat on the open balcony Of my own pigeon home, so cosy I saw, mesmerization, O pure adoration How beautous was this great attraction! A blanket of stardust, a black one full of stars Faced with it, so trivial seemed my scars Life itself seemed so mysterious And so full of grace so imperious! As I watched with wonder, came running down my cheeks Those tears, seeking their way out of their creeks Merciful must be the high Lord None knew why he did create a world so haggard! Somewhere, thought I, must be an abode There, sing the fairies, an eternal ode While switching on and off the blinking lights Of life and death, such must be its sights! On that starry night, living seemed a must A travel from a forgotten place to an unknown one To live simply with the wills of just Shall someday give me the high stature of the great swan!
Name : Anoucheka Gangabissoon

Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon

Details | Terzanelle | |

Cosmic Juggling

The Earth the Moon entranced by the Sun
Moving together in harmony 
Perfectly placed by the only One

I look to the sky and there I see
All the stars like jewels in the night sky
Moving together in harmony

Those who don't believe I wonder Why
So much beauty wherever I look
All the stars like jewels in the night sky

Some things cannot be found in a book
I use my eyes to take in God's show
So much beauty wherever I look

Cosmic juggling sky is a glow
A front row seat my pleasure tonight
I use my eyes to take in God's show

Thankful for this gift I feel delight
A front row seat my pleasure tonight
The Earth the moon entranced by the sun
Perfectly placed by the only One

This poem came to be as a result of Timothy Hicks
Writing a Juggling comment on one of my poems.
So I decided I would turn it into a poem. Thanks Timothy
you never know what will result inspiration.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux

Details | Lyric | |

Sun and Moon

God is perfect in all things he creates
shining his love from the very first day
The sun and the moon he set up high 
they pour light to be our guide
Gods light he puts in my heart 
without him I wouldn't feel whole
When he returns all see his face gleam bright 
coming to carry us to our home on high
I can only imagine what heaven will be
the glorious colors, lights, and souls to meet
Sun and moon no more needed
The Almighty and Jesus Christ is the glow that will be

Carrie Cheek


Copyright © Carrie Cheek

Details | Sonnet | |

Still Life

She stands alone against the nightscape
Silent and still—like a portrait of serenity
Painted by death’s cold hand.  She dries the tears
From her face.  The virgin mother, full of shame.    
This weeping woman has turned away 
From the crucifix, a vermillion figure
Under the cerise skies.  Shapes lay stagnant 
In the water’s echo. The evening gloom  
Creeps in, to loom over the moor.  Swathed by 
Leaves, twigs and dirt—the hue of burnt embers.
The slit throat of dogma bleeds empty.
Her shawl stained with lost reverence.  
The moon watches the woman from afar;
Above the crucifix, behind the clouds, she glows.

Copyright © Samuel Lee

Details | Lyric | |

Cup Of Trembling

Written April 24, 2013


Beside me, the weeds are overgrown
Against my house, my home
Those streets I used to roam
As a child young and free
Oh how the time has flown
From here and there in history
There lies a time that comforts me

Words and letters overused
All the paths I have perused
On the journey for the key
Of happiness towards which this leads
Or so I used to think
Before the system found
What it aimed to find
Beneath the shutters and blinds, of my mind

Do you know the way
That man will follow knelt to pray
Of the lamb and jars of clay
The man who makes us wait and stay
For what feels eternity
The ocean sprays its misty breeze
On everyone who stops to see
The light and dark caressing me
O'er purple mountain majesty

Come and rest your head with me
Come tell us of your tragedy
And when you'll send my way a sign
And how you'll get the blind to see
Oh cup of trembling will you be
The judging wave come over me
Or will you wait and part the sea
When I'm prepared to see

Tell me all that you may know
From the melting of the snow
Bares nature's bosom in the glow
Of the moon, and the sun
Does it matter who has won
No matter where the river runs
The dark of night will always come

Copyright © Brandon Carter