Observe how the ants labor without a peep;
Note the fine artistry of the spider's web-spinning;
Who will wake the bear from his long winter sleep?
Stand in awe of the hummingbird flapping its wings;
Listen to the lovely melody the songbirds sing;
Watch the majestic hawks leave their nests and soar;
Bask in the rising sun's heat at the ocean shore.
An invitation into God's presence
comes from the sun, the creatures, and much more.
All of His creation emits His essence.
Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014
Dear God, when the sun rises,
I can only wish for a better day.
I'm not looking for consolation prizes;
I know life can't go entirely my way.
I just want to love and be loved,
To have hope and a great faith.
Sometimes the choices in life are tough,
After sunrise creates a new day.
©2013 Honestly JT
Copyright © Honestly J.T. | Year Posted 2013
A day in the springtime, so balmy and sunny,
A few precious moments with nothing to do
Found me on my lawn, in the sunrays of honey
Which poured from the heavens of delicate blue.
I thought as I sat there of One who is brighter,
Whose rays thrill my heart on the cloudiest day;
And when it is sad, it can only grow lighter
When He fills it up with His love while I pray.
No heart is too hard, neither lost in a darkness
Too deep for the light of the heavenly Sun;
With warm, gentle hands He removes every hardness,
And darkness retreats from the face of God's Son.
I thought as I sat there of how I once drifted
For lack of a compass on waves of the sea;
But now I've a book, and my wandering has shifted
To one single course, where my life is to be.
The skies were once dark as the night without moonlight,
And day on the wings of black stormclouds would run;
But now even night is like shade of the noonlight-
God gave me in mercy a place in the sun.
His goodness and mercy are with me forever,
E'en when thro' the valley of shadows I go;
He comforts my tears, sees my smallest endeavor:
His truth is the one thing forever I'll know.
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2015
U nder My Umbrella,
N eeding protection and relief.
D etermined in life to be made complete.
E verlasting Father,
R endering my life underneath, Your cover.
M y Umbrella,
Y our mercy granted through God's, Son.
M ade to use for my own protection in sunshine or rain.
B eneath the shadow of my umbrella there remains,
R easons the umbrella is simply unique.
L ovely for a sunny day, made complete.
L ong days of rain or in the days of sun rays.
A dds to a day, Under My Umbrella...Under the shadow of His wings.
Copyright © Cinda Carter | Year Posted 2014
“Then the Angel of the LORD called to Abraham a second time out of heaven, and said: “By Myself I have sworn, says the LORD, because you have done this thing, and have not withheld your son, your only son—blessing I will bless you, and multiplying I will multiply your descendants as the stars of the heaven and as the sand which is on the seashore; and your descendants shall possess the gate of their enemies. In your seed all the nations of the earth shall be blessed, because you have obeyed My voice.”’
— Genesis 22:15-18 NKJV
Little grains of sand
Assembled along the shore
—Meet sunlit water
Copyright © J.R. Dawson | Year Posted 2013
As the sun smiled and fadeth behind the clouds
The yawning earth uncloak her beauty to the moon
Halfway through the night, a clock strikes ‘12’ too soon
Virgins carried a lamp and a vessel of oil
Eagerly waiting for the groom’s appearance
Abounding in devotion, patience and perseverance
Virgins grew weary and fell asleep, at midnight a cry was made
“Behold the Bridegroom cometh”
Here He comes and there the band of virgins goeth
Virgins begin to trim their lamp
But five neglected to watch and to pray
They never anticipated so long a delay
“Oh no! Our wasting lamps is dying out by day
Please give us of thy oil!
Please spare us a little of thy toil!”
“No! We have no oil to spare
Lest our lamps burn with dim flame
The groom is come already, lest He vent blame”
The unwise virgins were shut outside the banquet hall
They were left anguishing in gross darkness
In a night of eternal and unredeemed blackness
Both parties were taken unaware
But one was prepared for emergency
As their lamps continually glow with fervency
We have come to the last time
Let your lamps burn and not quenched
And be not a passive warmer on thy church-bench
The Poet Preacher © 2013
Command the Israelites to bring pure, pressed olive oil to you for the lamp, to keep a light burning constantly.-Leviticus 24:2
Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2013
“20 They exchanged their glorious God for an image of a bull, which eats grass. 21 They forgot the God who saved them, who had done great things in Egypt, 22 miracles in the land of Ham and awesome deeds by the Red Sea.” Psa 106:20-22 NIV
At the foot of Mount Sinai
In the presence of our Lord,
God’s children worshiped the image of a bull—
Ignored their God in one accord.
The worship of Mithras who slayed the bull
Is still with us today;
Covered with a robe of Christianity;
It’s pagan origin concealed, not on display.
Mithraism is based on Astrology,
Which has become favored by many.
As if the times and season have an influence,
When it is God who controls our journey.
Most say Mithraism originated in Persia,
And covered most of the Roman Empire.
It was a religion of secrecy—
Gave credence to its sun god umpire.
Mithraism influenced so-called Christianity
In a very subversive way.
Many of its customs were adopted,
Such as a priesthood and Christmas day.
When Mithraism is closely studied,
It’s not very hard to see,
That the Romans obeyed their sun god—
Their Emperor’s hand of power to agree.
Constantine made the cross a symbol
Worthy of power and display;
Claiming it brought him victory
In a strange, miraculous way.
Although professed, he was not a Christian,
But rather sought unity of his kingdom;
Purely to maintain his power;
Put a stop to all Christian martyrdom.
Constantine was a Legionnaire,
And their secret religion was Mithraism.
As head of the military he influenced Christianity,
With his secret religion of paganism.
Mithras’ worship is still with us,
But it has a Christian camoflague.
It’s always been a religion of secrecy,
So ask God's truth to be revealed at large.
© Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue
Copyright © MAUREEN LEFANUE | Year Posted 2012
As i traverse, never know when my sun will retire wholly
As its gaze bump on whole, to split out my knight errant shadow,
Dusty and encrusted sole of mine, wild creatures hum their pitying elegy like a widow While colourful grasses rest on their sandy and muddy couch delightfully.
The cloud coming with veiled complexion, my sun must go into bed,
The moon surfacing, the exact time for shadowy walkers,
Might stop in your hut to taps your wood like woodpeckers,
Chide me not, don't let your eyes go red.
For, that which comes to a man goes to another man
Maybe whirl whirl like wind or yours drizzle drizzle like rain,
Which thou cannot trick upon, as thou lives among human
For, mankind race is a journey to the same terrain.
For traveller am i since birth put me on
Chide me not away, nor my time sit upon.
Copyright © Chidozie Uche | Year Posted 2013
we got a lot of rain man's wearin ray bands tryin to shake hands
with baked fans it a staged plan to get carly rea pants in front of a video tape.
stumblin mumblin bumblin fools trying to get paid
To say f this chick and f that one
whatever absurd word that flows right off of this tongue
got a dirty mouth, here is some orbitz gum
im sweatin bullets and i cant even afford a gun
but its so free if i want to abort my son then take his lungs
so i can be one hundred and forty one
and be here to see the thwarting of the sun
mr. obama who've worn out your welcome
But what do I know? I'm this republicun
who thinks all girls and boys should become
either a monk or nun and never cum
and pay for all of our condoms and pregnancy prescriptions
Or am I christian who cant have fun
because I know hun its wrong to drink coke and rums
till i am drunk and wait for the ring to get buns
then go condemn kids with weed and pokemon
And its sad to think this what our kids believe
cause this what they preach on the MTV
and their heart beat beats to each tweet and re-tweet
till a pick leaks online then they move on to vines
whatever better trend setter that stimulates the mind
Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2013
Your hands are like sunshine that
warms the inner parts of my soul.
The rays warming my inner being,
keeps me thinking of how the colors
of the flowers are so vibrant and
powerful in their activity.
As the flowers dance in a slight breeze,
the sun gives way to darkness and the night sky embraces the stars so numerous,
so shiny, so many.
As the night fades, the sun warms the day,
The breeze picks up the flowers in a dance, and your hands warm my soul again,
with the rays from the suns warmth and the shadows of the colors show the love inside your touch.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
All poems are copyright!©
Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013
Every morning my heart wakes up to find you. I dash from my bed and put on my slippers. I have driven miles just to see you. Many times with my camera in hand. It’s a love affair that began when I was a little girl. Chasing sunrises and dreams. You never look the same to me. Every morning it’s a new encounter. What will today bring? Will you be dressed in soft orange and lilac? Or perhaps a warm glowing amber? To not see you is to not live. To not see you is to not breathe, for you are my beloved sunrise and you belong to me.
You set my day in motion. You set the tone of the creation. Without your input nothing would be the same. Don’t ever let me wake up without you. If I oversleep please come and tap upon my window pane. Forever friends. You and me. Let us journey once again today. Let us hold hands and see the new opportunities. Laughter and complete silliness to sincerity and warmth. There will never be a friend that brings such calm to my soul as you my beloved sunrise. I tried to snap a photo of you, but you keep moving. Your beauty is too difficult to contain.
2 Samuel 23:4 * And he shall be like the light of the morning when the sun rises,
A morning without clouds, Like the tender grass springing out of the earth, By clear shining after rain.’
Copyright © Gwendolen Rix | Year Posted 2014
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
Copyright © Carrie Cheek | Year Posted 2012
Blackness, a dark version of me, badness, negativity.
No matter how fast i run or were i run too your right behind me.
Even the brightest sun doesn’t destroy you, you only exist because of me.
All i know is when i face the darkness you disappear, but to only return when the sun rises.
Copyright © Gareth Smith | Year Posted 2013
In the woods the shadows fade
as the sun falls away
the darkness hides the trees inside
the woods come alive.
Hear the sounds the owls make
as they hunt for their sake.
Scattering feet running to hide
little mice trying to fly
the owls are hungry,its their time
to eat and scare the shadows inside.
Now the sun is opening up
the darkness fades and the light shines
the owls sleep and all is safe
for the mice are scampering all around
pleased to know they are safe and sound.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013
It is the busiest day of life.
Moving the position of universe.
Covering of the cloud, moon& star.
The heaven open space for the sun;
It bright round the world,
and make glorious.
Sun is the state of matter,
It control all the universe
and the creation.
It flourished the deceased will.
Heaven shall open the gate of life
and closes the gate of afternoon.
Copyright © Ajala Samuel Akindele | Year Posted 2014
I wake to the crisp winter air
I feel the wind so cool in the night
My soul seems to want to take flight
I hear the lonely winds so cool in the clouds
the birds chirp a song to waken the others
two hungry shadows lurk in the breeze
So dark this morning in time
waiting for the sun to rise
I hear scampering around the tree's
Hoping to hear your voice
hoping to see your hand in my day
seeing the shadows keeps me longing for your embrace
The sun rises and the leaves seem crisp
ready for snow this morning
the clouds are grey and the wind seems to have
I close my eyes and see the sun
the sun shines deep in my soul
waiting for my master to take control.
Written by©Betty Bolden
Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013
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 | Year Posted 2013
I know that the Sun is real,
Because of the rays that I feel.
The rays shine down from above,
It's warmth is something that I love.
It shines down so powerful and bright,
It gives me light to end my night.
I know that the Son of God is real,
Because of His spirit that I feel.
His spirit flows down from above,
It warms my heart and fills me with love.
He is the light that shines down to me,
He drives away my darkness and now I can see.
By Charles E. Fitzgerald 10/17/2002,
Copyright © Charles Fitzgerald | Year Posted 2013
The clouds weave in and out of the Sky's embrace,
Blanketing the sun yet exposing its glorious power.
Nature dances and sings like a magnificent talented orchestra,
Showing its beauty through the seasons of
The winters rain, the summers warmth, the springs new beginning
And the autums downpour of leaves - ready to blossom again
Like a newborn baby, each day arises and the sun is reborn,
Accepting all those who embrace its glory and gift of life
As to does the moon provide a light in the darkened skies
To make a path through the midnight blackness,
Blending in with it stars like fireflies.
This world, this beauty of nature and life is a gift from God
For those he has created to love and embrace it
Copyright © sabrina lambie | Year Posted 2016