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Faith Sun Poems | Sun Poems About Faith

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

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Details | Free verse |

When He Smiles

The sun shines again for he smiles. The indeterminable day no longer flees or hides for its end is sought, as is its beginning for he smiles. Confusion though abiding must wait the laggard servant scolded by the Mistress Aphrodite for he smiles. Want must find a different dwelling for the moment un-housed by sweetest joy for he smiles. The sun shines again.


Details | Free verse |

Going Home

Going Home



There’s been so many things
That I’ve run from
Been so many things 
That I have run to
 
Some times with open arms
Sometimes on my knees
The dusty pavements and paths
Have welcomed me

Searching in the dark
By match burnt candle light
Walking in the tunnels
Of too bright sun light

Tracks which lead to the mountain head
Where thin air led my heart
Back to the valleys 
Where you slept

Through barren grass 
So many in their fields
Just veins inside a forest floor
Wandering forever lost

To the sea the roads have brought me
To the waves which can only show me
A map to guide me
Back to you

And on the tourist clouds 
Which escape at sunset
On the freedom breeze 
Where their colours breathe me
I no longer roam
I find my way back home

While the foot prints that I leave 
No longer matter
The sands of time 
Lost to their own desert
Just a life inside an hourglass

I haven’t roamed on these bridges 
Of forever
Just to end the single thread 
Which has lead me
Balanced on the tight rope 
Of your heart

And it may be the freezing rain 
Which comes to batter
And there may be no light at all 
Upon the road
Still the tower of your love 
Still shines there before me
A compass to guide me on

And on the day 
When the sun billows into being
And the sails of love 
Will find my tired feet
When your hand is no longer the ghost 
Which saves me
But a palm that reaches out 
To feel my own

I will no longer roam
I will have found my way 
Back home


Details | Pantoum |

Ever Turning Circle

In winter’s white, as angels cry
for early spring to warm the wind,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned.

For early spring to warm the wind,
at Valentine’s romantic calls,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls.

At Valentine’s romantic calls,
rebirth of nature’s light divine,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls,
and blossoms pastel shades recline.

Rebirth of nature’s light divine,
when day equals the hours of night,
and blossoms pastel shades recline,
to hail the queen of May in light.

When day equals the hours of night,
a summer’s sun will come to play,
to hail the queen of May in light,
we chant and sing along the way.

A summer’s sun will come to play,
so life can grow as gods decreed,
we chant and sing along the way,
with warmth and light our hunger feed.

So life can grow as gods decreed,
the rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
with warmth and light our hunger feed,
the wealth of harvest is our own.

The rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
in autumn breeze that chills the heat,
the wealth of harvest is our own,
as gold and red belies our feet.

In autumn breeze that chills the heat,
a year that ends with blessed Samhain,
as gold and red belies our feet,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign.

A year that ends with blessed Samhain,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign,
in winter’s white, as angels cry.


Details | Rhyme |

GOD WIELDS THE SUN

Astronomers maintain that we came from the sun;
Cast out from a whirling cloud of flammable gas;
Bearing on until all the solar system was spun;
Forming bodies as the whirling became a rushing mass.
Yet after billions of years our source is yet unknown,
According to these researchers even at this day.
To them we took flight like a white hot stone
And soared and circled in a beautiful display.

But believers know by Moses the first great plan;
How heaven and earth came in the beginning,
When there was no light until God’s command,
And no high energy vapors turning and spinning.
John said that light was the life of men;
A true light that came shining into the darkness.
A shining the darkness was unable to comprehend,  
Because its understanding lacked needful fitness.

Moving below the vernal earth bathed in the light--
This light which had not yet established a source--
Whose effect meant the cause would soon be in sight,
When God would enthrone the sun without remorse.
He gave it dominion over the sky of the day;
Thus the sun became our great light bearer,
Whose golden gift brightens the day travelers’ way,
And often leads man’s quest for wisdom into error.


Details | Rhyme |

Hill Top Prayers

I can see the past glory, though it is humble now and all the more reverent....


With thoughts of deep ocean bliss, that comes with fading hope, I walked along the tide line, no longer able to cope. I stared at the setting sun, its brightness, burns the eyes. I glanced back at the sand stone cliffs, where a building caught my eye. I don't recall it being there, when I traveled the cliff top path. I shrugged my shoulders then turned back, to the ocean and waiting death. I take a step towards my fate, when I feel a tap upon my shoulder. I turn to see who is there, all I see is sand and boulders. My eyes are called to the top and to that small building. Something there outweighed my need, so up the cliff path I started walking. There upon the windswept crest, were trees leaning with the wind. I followed the overgrown stone walk, to the building, just round the bend. The steeple leaned, but still spoke volumes. No stained glass to catch the sun. No bell to call folks to service, no roof, as the rot had won. Yet a charm was there to see, strength came from the ancient stones, that made up the four standing walls, of this Chapel, now just bones. I made my way to the entrance, amid dead leaves, the scrag that enfolds. I felt a welcome pour over me, as I crossed over the threshold. The setting sun cast long shadows, that all pointed toward the alter. My need, took me down the aisle. Not once did my feet falter. There He was, looking down, from a weather beaten cross. His countenance both pain and love, I suddenly felt small and lost. The sun sank deep into the sea, and gave its final flair. Within that light I swear I saw, His face lift, so he saw me there. I fell to my knees and I prayed, as I had never prayed before. I prayed for guidance and His love, I felt both, to my very core. I visit that Chapel, now and then. It's still crumbling with time. But, to me it has more glory now, than it did when its bells did chime.
Paula Swanson 9/25/2011 For the contest; Church By The Ocean Sponsored By Constance La France Placement: 1st


Details | Terza Rima |

Mourning Night

At dusk the amber eye begins to close
Our dusty anthills fading from its sight
The midnight moonfright black-lit aura grows

Entrenching us in hollow, fiend-filled night
We lose ourselves and lose all sense of sense
We lose the light and then lose sight of sight

The baying wolves with daytime’s sun dispense
Their basest instincts echo through the sky 
The praying men seek divine vigilance

And nighttime’s hooded chaos leads to sin
And hide the compass from humanity
And so the fearful seek the light within

Yet know they need the sun at reveille 
The light and dark in order intertwine
Just like a rosary, a rosary


Details | Rhyme |

Apollo Dreams

Through a forest of heavenly marble columns
Upon a bed of silvery mist with golden dew
Into the realm of Mount Olympus, Apollo dreams
Slumber oh grace thy eternal beauty of youthful man
Magnificent surrounds your godly radiance
The world of ancients waited your awaking
The Sun arose for your command

Once the reign of Zeus was done
The glory of Apollo was to begun

Majesty of archery oh gentle arrows of death
Escaspe your bow as easily as your breath
Patron of medicine you could heal
The very ones you choose to kill
Mortals who rejected your godly lust
As supreme ruler poor mortals do as they must
Poetry rhymes from your lips
Music one of your greatest gifts
With prophecy you should have known
You would be denied your godly throne
Never to ride against heaven in your chariot of the Sun
A Savior replaces you with the Faith of Jerusalem

Sleep eternally sleeps Apollo
Your creed the world no longer needs
Your light no longer is the sight
Apollo dreams never again to awake
Constantine's vision shakes than remake
God of Sun transform to this earth
Son of God by Virgin's Birth

Man no longer believes of Apollo's deeds
Man no longer has a reason for Apollo's needs
Without a purpose for his faith to be deem
On pillars of white marble forever Apollo dreams


Details | Rhyme |

The Eastern Sky

Someone dipped their fanbrush
Into the charcoal gray
Painted the sky in whispy clouds
To open up my day

They softeded the dreary color
By telling the sun to rise
Bringing a harvest of cherries 
Right before my sleepy eyes

Thanks be to the benefactor
Who graced my day with surprise
How I love these charcoal mornings
With color in the Eastern sky

The sun has now painted 
The clouds an apricot color
Looks like a gaint female Cardinal
Flying through the air

What a way to begin a day
With color that flies so fair


Details | Ballad |

Noonday Sun

Noonday Sun

Suffering, so much suffering astounds,
Suffering brings us to our very knees,
And cries out to us in sleepless nights,
In the morning, fatigued and wrenched,
Begging for a reprieve from the day,
The sun is blocked by the sound of our own doubt,
“Where is the end of all this?”
“To what end is this, Lord Buddha?”
And he points to the clouds,
And says, “Wait”
And in that moments waiting,
We think to our children,
And we look to their faces, smiling faces though still starving in tattered rags,
And we understand, that there is a brighter day for them,
For someone made the Sun I tell you,
For someone made the Sun,
And as the Son heats the clouds,
We feel the wind on our heat scorched faces,
And we say, “Allah, what is the meaning of this?”
And she says, “Wait!”
And in that moments waiting,
We think of Mother Jones pleading for her people as she speaks truth to power.
And as droplets of rain begin to fall into our sordid subconscious,
We begin to grasp the nature of a Grace that suffers with us,
And as droplets of rain begin to fall into our sordid subconscious,
We look to each other,
And feel the warmth of a Noonday sun.


Details | Couplet |

This Time of Year

The air is fresh, mornings crisp and clear
God I do love this time of year
Vibrant colors abound on the trees
Gracefully falling with the breeze
The workday runs from sun to sun
Until the "Bringing in of the crops" is done
I am a lucky man to live this life
Respect of my community and loving wife
Sometimes in life the land yields plenty
The blessings throughout the day are many
As I watch the sunrise to the east
It gives my soul a spiritual feast
For all my friends everywhere
To my Lord a silent prayer
To the north her majesty appears
For all to see beautiful and clear
Forever snowcapped and standing tall
Lady Shasta watches over all
To the south another blessing to see
The Sutter Buttes clouded in mystery
It was the Lord that gave them their birth
The shortest mountain range on earth
The coastal mountains to the west
Offers the sun a place to rest
Followed shortly for all to see
The "Harvest Moon" clear as can be
Then comes a moment that is hard
As I head my "Cat" off to the yard
My final ride of this year
My face accepts a single tear
My heart becomes full of sorrow
I inject myself with poison tomorrow
Thats the price that a junkie must pay
Years after he has changed his way
The reason is very clear to see
I put myself "At risk" to hepatitis C
I can't stop the fear from flooding in
What will it be like to hold a rig again
Through all the loss and all the gain
I reckon that moment will bring me pain
But through the pain I'm able to see
God has his angels covering me


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