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Religion Sun Poems | Sun Poems About Religion

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

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Details | Dramatic monologue |

My Window

In the middle of my plain white wall
There is a plain white window
And next to my plain white window
Is where I sit in a plain white dress
On a plain white chair
And every morning the sun rises
And every evening the sun sets
I see them all from my window
They are very pretty
With many colors
And then one day
A man stops by my window
He calls to me as I sit
In my plain white dress
On my plain white chair
He calls to me to tell me of the world
That I may come and join him
But I have seen the troubles of the world
All beyond my window
And I say to him I'd rather stay
And sit here by my window
Where troubles cannot reach me
He smiles a sweet sad smile as he walks away
Though the next day he is back again
And he talks to me of grass
Of green lush grass that is soft enough to walk on barefoot
I tell him of the glass that is hidden among the blades
He just smiles a sweet sad smile as he walks away
And back again he comes
To tell me of the ocean and sandy beaches
With white sand so pure you can lay naked upon it
I shake my head and tell of the pirates
That come to kidnap young and pretty girls
He smiles his sweet sad smile as he walks away
The next day he walks softly to my window
And he tells me of a garden untouched by men
Where flowers are the size of children
And blooms reach to the heavens
He tells me of the grass that hides no glass
Of a sky that is of the brightest blue
And a stream that is so pure you can
Be unwary of drinking from it
He talks of fish and birds of indescribable beauty
All this he tells me is mine
I must only leave my window and I may see it
I shake my head sadly as I tell him
I am afraid the world holds too much danger
For even if there were such a place
What misfortunes may befall me
On my way to this so called garden
He smiles a very sad smile and as he walks away
He says that paradise belongs to those who
Take risks and battle hardships to reach it
These are the words I remember as I watch the sun set
And the next day when he comes
To my plain white window
He will see me missing in my plain white dress
On an empty plain white chair
For I have gone to walk on glass and battle pirates
On my way to paradises garden


Details | Ode |

Pride of a Woman

I was walking 
absentmindedly on 
the street
When I saw a sight 
luvly to behold.
This sight fit to take 
a man off his seat
Cos it's one that is 
but for the bold!

I have been 
oblivious of its 
presence
Thinkin and gettin 
used to the anomalies
That assault many a 
sense
That to us,the sight 
is nothing but 
abnormalities!

What did you see
That makes you 
ramble and rumble
As a restless sea?
Shall you tell that 
which is making you 
tremble?

I shall tell and sell
Cos it's not meant
for me alone.
From afar, the sight 
greeting my eyes 
was a damsel
Covered gracefully 
in a hijab looking but 
not alone!

She was different 
from the crowd
As the sun from the 
cloudy cloud
She was hansomely 
beautiful
Cos covered all over 
was she to the full!

She is different from 
the naked
And clothless ones 
who assault our 
eyes naked.
They it is that are 
molested
By men who the sight 
of them had tempted!

But she is not,but 
she is respected,
And shouts of 
'Alhaja,Alhaja'
Makes me know she 
is not to be 
suspected
Of the evils 
committed near and 
far.

The reason for her 
reverence
By all and sundry I 
seek to know,
The Hijab she wears 
is the essence
That protects, guide 
and make evil men 
say No.

So, friends this is 
the sight
I think is nicely right
For the ladies both  
near and far from us
IF not like hers but 
something close thus!

At least,
They should 
upgrade their rags
To cover and 
protect themselves 
from the beast
That dwell in the 
soul of the man that 
sags!

?To my lady in the 
Hijab, I
Will say mighty and 
high 
Surely is thy beauty, 
worth and ways
That uncomparable 
is the sun and its 
rays!

To my lady in the 
Hijab, I
Will say mighty and 
high 
Surely is thy beauty, 
worth and ways
That uncomparable 
is the sun and its 
rays!

To you I pray
Never let anything 
make you
Drop your pridely 
covering and go gay
Like the ladies in this 
worldly place do!

You are pride and 
hope
To those that look 
up to you
Many a man will want 
you and is ready to 
cope
And meet your 
demands if you say 
'I do'!

Oh GOD, my Lord!
I Make a shout and 
plea to you
To bless and 
preserve these one 
who use
The Hijab and invite 
others to come 
onboard.
And those that to the 
Hijab's use, they say 
I do.
And not those who 
think it is but a ruse!


Details | Dramatic monologue |

The Duchess Of Paradise

She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame  
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror


Details | Narrative |

BEYOND THE HORIZON

BEYOND THE HORIZON

Beyond the horizon, three oceans meet the sky,
It is the land of plenty; you cannot travel in a day,
It is wider than the man’s vision and has no end.
Beyond the horizon, there is peace of mind,
Crime, violence and death are no more,
The former things have passed away,
No more tears, mourning, cry or pain!

Beyond the horizon, in the middle of rivers Pishon, Tigris and Euphrates,
The earth and other planets revolve around the sun and their moons,
All forms of sicknesses have passed away,
The lame stand up, walk, run and dance,
The deaf hear the joyous sounds around them,
The blind enjoy the world of colour
In addition, see the faces of their loved ones for the very first time!

Beyond the horizon, I see water rising above the oceans,
We have become strong and healthy, all young and energetic,
No more eye glasses, no more crutches and walking canes,
No more medicine, no more dental clinics or hospitals,
The ravages of aging have been reversed.
Beyond the horizon, never again will emotional illnesses
And depression rob people of their happiness!

Beyond the horizon, even though we speak in different tongues
We have become one big family with no barriers to unity and brotherhood,
I see seven continents merging and fusing together,
Humans are at peace with animals,
Cats and dogs have forgiven each other,
Wolves and lambs, lions and buffaloes, jackals and goats feed together,
And all our domestic animals are totally safe!

Beyond the horizon, bright shining and filled with vigour,
Mankind have awaken to a new day of vibrant life and renewed energy,
For they will learn not war anymore, but the ever-lasting peace.
They have turned their destructive weapons into ploughshares,
And never again will the tranquillity of the world be disrupted by cruel people!
Mankind have been taught to treat each other with love, respect and dignity,
And they have shed their violent traits and have become peaceful forever!

Beyond the horizon, in the wonderful garden,
Even a little child has nothing to fear from wild animals
Behold, he dances with lions and bears,
As he rolls the mamba around his neck!
Look over there, the young woman talks to a puff adder and it listens!
No one’s home will have to be locked to keep thieves out,.
Peace have reigned in every heart and in every house,
What a peace our new world that is!

Look at us from a distance, beyond the horizon,
Somewhere where the rainbow ends, way up high,
There in the vineyard, where the rosy sun drips over Sun Valley,
God himself is with humankind,
Look, He is wiping off every tear from our faces!
We have come a long, long way and have worked hard to come to this paradise,
We will be a silly so and so if we should ever let this beautiful!


Details | Free verse |

Uriah

The old Hittite came through the gate
Battle sharp and dripping
With the blackness of an Ethiopian night
The Kingdom of Zion to replicate
The compass star of David's sight
And through that gate walked with him
A destiny invisible of all the world
The crisis of a man by sin made grim
And vaster yet
A family's sun about to set
In immense sea, a national grief
Beyond mere historic proportions.

Raising Yahweh's standard the Hittite went
Sent by a virtue spent
With shadowless sword against masked Ammonites
And she the vessel of his heart
Dripping the sapphire of her African skies
Her purging task did initiate
Before the uncurtained eyes of Israel's prying king
How she daggered his faith
And staggered him like eddying dust
Crawling before the throne of savage lust
Her beauty and her will to yield -
This limping, shallow Vashti overthrown
Sealed Uriah's fate

Great warrior of the ancient clan of God
Yahweh's noble steward
Canaan's scion and stem of mystery
Conscripted to a Gentile race
Dravidian's doomed cornerstone
Summoned from the battle heat
Had no trumpet in his heart to blast retreat
And suffered where his soldiers like victors hold
Where Jacob slept without a sheet
The light from beauty's breast is cold
A common curse and old

And did not know
When sent away defied because he would not relent
That in his hands like in our genes
He carried that cold warrant of his own death
And the prophetic time
When Israel's sun would set


Details | I do not know? |

You're There, I See You

I close my eyes in darkness
While the world lies down to sleep
As a father and a husband
My family’s mine to keep
Protect them? I am willing
I am always there on guard
But, when I’m not and far away
I trust You are, oh Lord

The rising sun of morning
Has my family’s eyes so wide
As the motor sounds of traffic
Fills the air that floats outside
And the people that are walking
Some are jogging, some just go
Makes me see, what truly is
And all I really need to know

God, You’re there… I see you

In the blue that reigns up in the sky
On the breath of clouds that float on by
The image of the homeless man
Who still offers up his time
As he asks not for, without doing first
So I give water to quench his thirst
To the flowers that grow in the park
And the trees that children climb

God, You’re there… I see you

While coming home at evening time
Knowing my family waits for me
I smile real wide as I walk along
So all the world can see
Maybe then they’ll see just what I see
And then take it on their way
With hopes that they will share a smile
And make better someone’s day

Now the sun has set, children tucked
With a kiss I gave to fall asleep
Standing at the door I see my wife
And I feel the love she gave to keep
I thank you Lord for all I have
For always seeing my family through
Because I know I couldn’t do this alone
That’s why I put my faith in You

God, You’re there… I see you

In the blue that reigns up in the sky
On the breath of clouds that float on by
The image of the homeless man
Who still offers up his time
As he asks not for, without doing first
So I give water to quench his thirst
To the flowers that grow in the park
And the trees that children climb

God, You’re there… I see you


Details | Blank verse |

We aborted the Lamb and Cursed it to Hell

We aborted the Christ a long time ago
What with the successive thousands of gentle fetuses strangled.
Stop stop! Why lament? Let not the wind be rankled
By thy silly bleats and unbaked ego.

Thee killed the Christ
Thee impeded his coming.
Thee cruel beast flaked with lies
O thee daughters of Jezebel’s sinning!

Thee killed him, that young Christ in thy womb
That lamb sent down to our sins loom. 

What did so meek a lamb do to thee, predators?
What vice did he depict, O executors?
There, thee shake those cursed heads of thine.
That lamb committed none, but thee went for its throat.

When thee felt it kick in glee in thee
Thee hastened in terror for that mountain yonder
Where thee crucified him still like done on Golgotha,
Fronted by those lascivious Romans in their creel.

Those Romans were of a less cruel breed
For I watched thee in triple trepidation murder the Christ.
I peeped as thy hands pulled it forth from its manger
While that stiletto went cutting and shredding and  beheading its soft cord.

I watched thee squash its throat:
A young lamb that has neither learned to kick nor croak
Nor mastered the humanness of weeping.
I watched thee young Jezebel, thee came stabbing. And stabbing. And cursing.

I watched thee as the sun set in the East
While darkness fell speedily from the mist
as the sun hid its head in fatal shame,
While thee with the stealth of Lucifer 
Cast that messenger from the heavens two feet below
And again cursed it to the bowels of hell.



Details | Rhyme |

Mithraism

Mithraism “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 www.maureenlefanue.com


Details | I do not know? |

Upon this Christmas Day

He sleeps there in a stable
The babe born to the world
Both mother, father watch with care

Though swaddled in a cloth
He is born, yet, to be king
With but just rags for Him to wear

This special morning
The sun now shines bright
From stars there in the Heavens
To the rise of morning light
The world now is much brighter
As angels, too, now play
There’s hope and happiness to share
Upon this Christmas Day

For within the early morning
Angels brought the sky a voice
Calling forth those who wish to hear

Along then, came all others
Knowing truth within their hearts
That all now have nothing to fear

This special morning
The sun now shines bright
From stars there in the Heavens
To the rise of morning light
The world now is much brighter
As angels, too, now play
There’s hope and happiness to share
Upon this Christmas Day

Go forth and tell all others
Who had no chance to hear
The news of hope and of the joy

Let them know the Gift of God
That comes to save us all
His son sent as this little boy

This special morning
The sun now shines bright
From stars there in the Heavens
To the rise of morning light
The world now is much brighter
As angels, too, now play
There’s hope and happiness to share
Upon this Christmas Day


Details | Ballade |

The Midnight Cry

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 are 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







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