Best Mission Poems
Mission of the Yellow Songbird
A long highway road stretched its legs before me,
In a place where tumble weeds were conceived,
December evening chasing daylight back to morning
Dusk robed in faded colors starving out the sunshine
Miles put themselves between me and home
With thickets of brier brambles cradled between north and south
Alive with vesper choruses of tiny songbirds.
A gentle tap on my front fender
Roused me from hypnotic highway stupor like popping thunder
I shuddered deeply as possibilities shook my soul;
Maybe one of those gigantic bugs – maybe? Maybe?
But when I stopped my heart seized to solve the mystery
A tiny yellow songbird plastered to my grill wings still open to flight.
Gentle spirit of eternal compassion touched, caressed, my wailing sorrow
Then guided me to a desert tree with perfect boughs,
That welcomed songs of matin mornings from a tiny bird,
To lay to rest God's tiny messenger beneath his favorite tree
Songbird with perfect pitch would no longer sing praise into Heaven's face.
Called to the road again, tears raced down my cheeks
As numb miles raced by with a litany of why in each drop
Time came to take a mountain road from fertile valley to foggy ocean crest -
Screaming round a sharp curve to a screeching stop
Accident, I thought, of two cars only six cars ahead of me –
No ordinary scene -two burned out fiery shells one atop the other!
Realization, like a candle in the darkness, sent out sharp beams
I would have been in that accident had not a precious songbird
Given me a second chance to sing in ministry and embrace this grief;
In the deepest part of my grieving heart, I know our precious God
Gathered to his heart the mission of this tiniest crushed warrior
Who now sings beneath God’s window in the eternal day.
5-17-22
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12/14/22
Contest: Poetry Marathon Mile 23
Sponsor: Mark Toney
30 Lines of a 30 Line Limit
Feel the wonders of every word
bring poetry scent to the world
break any chain of hate and rise
our differences, let's harmonize.
Unleash inner beauty and bond
reach out for me and sing your song.
The peace and Love of fairy tales
let's relish, give no heed to pains
I'm human inside who's awake
my seeds of Love are true not fake.
Unleash inner beauty and bond
reach out for me and sing your song.
The heart but a rich land to feed
to a mission of Love souls cede
true nature no need to translate
God's gifts and grace in us innate.
Unleash inner beauty and bond
reach out for me and sing your song.
Life, of no sense and dimension
if no concern and compassion
every single soul is a source
of streams of Love, let's track its course.
Unleash inner beauty and bond
reach out for me and sing your song.
The Mission in Milton Creek, I’ve acquisitioned
Converted into the town’s culinary mecca
Aptly designed and scenically positioned
Inspired from ancient recipes revived Azteca
An enchanting bistro tastes of old Mexicana
To lift spirits, share and warm the hearts
Paintings by Frida Kahlo the valiant Chicana
Every Sunday, an Institute of Culinary Arts
Christened ~ Saint Milt's in his memory
On the adobe walls his poems will be hung
Milt will live on here with love and glory
Mariachi folksong praises shall be sung
Welcome to St. Milt's Culinary Mission
once upon a time was babbling babe and frolicking lamb
now a soldier of grace seeking destiny in the great I am…
of age, I turned the page, my girdled mission is of He
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For Rick
And contest: Your Life "Mission Statement"
Finding Your Purpose / Mission
Written: by Miracle Man
6/29/2019
Age, causes insignificant things
To become amplified.
Because our bodies weren’t designed
To last forevermore.
We’re forced to constantly struggle
As we downward glide.
We find each day distinguished
From those gone before,
But we realize, that this life,
Is God’s Heavenly audition.
And many forthcoming things
Won’t be understood.
Sometimes, age brings thoughts,
That we have no mission.
And our thoughts retreat
To those times when we could.
“The secret to your purpose is to find what you feel is important, and not pursue what others would think is important. When you think highly of yourself, me thinking highly of you will never be enough!”
Shannon L. Alder
On mission trip overseas
At least one week will do
Hold babies gently squeeze
Whether in cold where freeze
In rain forest where view
On mission trip overseas
My hearts desire will please
Feed hungry babies stew
Hold babies gently squeeze
Give up my life of ease
Place on feet needed shoes
On mission trip overseas
Help babies who cough wheeze
For mothers good tea brew
Hold babies gently squeeze
Perfect week just do these
Open heart my love grew
On mission trip overseas
Hold babies gently squeeze
IN A MISSION TO FULFIL HIS PASSION
A man with a purpose
A hotspot for mental strength
Driven by great aspirations
Curious and unstoppable
Well determined and focus
Standing on a peak of tower
Gazing the world to change it
Well prepared and cognizant of time
In a mission to fulfill his passion
Using perseverance the language of time
Regardless the pain of facing the reality
To him the impossible is nothing
Your weakness is his strength
The impossibilities is his materials
To serve his purpose
How grateful I am
Having been created to be always
In the heart of Jesus;
He poured out through me,
His unconditional love
To my family, friends
Students and to everyone.
Career is my precious gift,
It's the greatest fulfillment.
From Him, I had received;
In this way, I can serve Him
As long as I live,
To mold the young minds
For world's future sake.
I will always be a committed mentor,
With lots of patience, love
And bunches of care;
Share all my knowledge and skills
To the best I can,
Leading my students
To God in prayer.
As eldest in the family,
I'll also take enough responsibility,
To help my parents and brothers
In any way,
Serving them to the fullest,
While still young and unmarried.
I'll go on in life's struggle,
If there are barriers,
I will not give up whatever matters.
Give my love even until it hurts,
Ti's life's essence in this world,
To love and serve, I truly believe
Is my mission on earth.
To be faithful and true, honest and good, that’s anyone’s mission in life if they could
But I want to be rich, famous, and a fantastic celebrity
Then I could share out my wealth with those less fortunate than me.
I only want a heart that is free.
To be content with life and me.
I want the space and room to grow.
To reap the harvest of seeds I sow.
To live, work, and take care of mine.
And at the end of the day, bask in the sunshine.
To put forth my hand in an endeavor.
To fearlessly move into forever.
To not be held back by hesitation or fear.
To chase down more than just what is here.
To get up and taste what I am made of.
To jump in both feet, into life, happiness, and love.
To build my dreams with my own hand.
And to have the freedom to do and be, as much as I can,
For as long as time and space will allow me.
Sarah Comstock
9-19-2010
Form:
Poetry's mission is:
To awake the poet that lingers
Within the readers' soul
And assist him in stretching the
Aetherial wings of his imagination
So as
To reach the unimaginable heights of
Perception
From where he would observe reality
From divinity's perspective
Hence
Becoming God-like, himself!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 July 2022
I don’t care about your colour
I don’t care about your creed
I don’t care about your gender
Or about your sexual need
Don’t care if you like Blue Peter
While I’m a fan of Jackanory
Don’t care if you’re misguided
And go and vote for the Tory
I don’t really care if you appear
As mad as a mad hatter
We all have our quirks so
That really doesn’t matter
If I like you I like you
And That’s just fine
If I don’t I don’t
Not your problem but mine
Whatever our divergences
We all have the right expect
In our day to day life to
Be treated with due respect
So if we meet we’ll greet politely
Each symbolically raise his hat
Pass a comment on the weather
Maybe have a little chat
And, maybe when we part
We can part with a smile.
I don’t care about your foibles
Your race, colour, creed, lifestyle,
And, if in the future we meet
Who knows where, or even when,
We can meet as friendly equals
And maybe laugh and chat again.
I don’t care about your colour
I don’t care about your creed
I don’t care about your gender
Or about your sexual need
Don’t care if you like Blue Peter
While I’m a fan of Jackanory.
Don’t care if you’re misguided
Enough to go and vote Tory
No, my child,
worthless you are not,
for
our Lord has assigned you
a
mission that no other
is
able to complete !
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 January 2020
Praying for the whole world>
Compassion for the needy
Spread the word of God
Sometimes you may feel like you're stuck on the benches of life
Not knowing if you'll ever get in the game causing you anquish and strife
Dismissed and unused never getting a chance to play
Just praying for an opportunity to hopefully shine one day
Yet the longer you sit idle your confidence dwindles to the ground
Feelings of despair that life has somehow let you down
You need to hold on to your confidence by trusting in the Lord God
Knowing your ability, knowing your capabilities with self assurance in your heart
Just don't be arrogant which an exaggeration of what you think you know
Remember God is in control and its He who runs the show
Just wait to use the gifts that God has given to you
Just wait for your season it will be coming true
Understand that your mission is godly ordained
Understand that your calling is godly arranged
You might be overlooked and passed over for the task
Just hold on to your confidence your time will come at last
My son loved basketball and he always had a dream
That he would make it onto his junior high school team
And lo and behold his dream came to be
He became a member of the varsity
Yet he sat on the bench game after game
And I could see his confidence start to wain
And when the coach finally put him in
My son overcompensated trying to win
Mistake after mistake my child endured
His confidence in his ability had fallen through the floor
And following that game we prayed so that my son could see
That if you trust in the talents God's. given you there will be victory
And the next time my son played for his team
He scored 31 points thus fulfilling his dream
Jesus sees you and He knows your potential
Jesus sees you and to Him you are essential
Yes God shows up at the benches in life
And He will put you in the game when the time is right
So hold on to your confidence and keep pushing ahead
You will be called to your mission and by the Holy Spirit be lead