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Couplet Spiritual Poems | Couplet Poems About Spiritual

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Tranquility

Oh little one, how soon you'll be
In turbulence of puberty.

I will hold tight your days of youth 
And share with you my honest truth 

That innocence ingrained at birth,
Precious childhood days filled with mirth,

Will be so fleeting... you will see
The need for God's  tranquility.

How grandma's age is redefined
When your teen years become aligned

With thoughts of struggles I go through,
The many shades in every hue,

That colors life for me today.
In these sweet days I watch you play

As I instill the grains of hope,
An inner strength to help you cope

With all the changes life will bring.
The ups and downs from early spring

Throughout your life in winter years
When you, like me, through joys and tears

Have lived a life you feel has worth;
Have given back to better earth.

When you have children of your own
And you too, see how they have grown,

My hope is that you let them know
That through their life where e'er they go

They carry with them bits of me,
Please share with them, tranquility.

9-17-2017
Note:
The teenage years and the golden years are 
the most difficult to endure. Both are fraught 
with emotions...of facing life...of facing death.

Enter your own competition - Poetry Contest-Tranquility
From I have chosen is Couplet
Sponsored by: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer

One criterion I am striving to achieve: Spirituality 

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2017


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Had Hoped to Find

Moved into new house in May 2006 near
intersection of 211 and 17. Holden Beach
is closed beach. This poem is about our
first visit to a local beach,

Had Hoped to Find

Were so many and it was hard to tell
Which one would be our favorite shell; 
We did consistently, constantly compare
All lying on beach shore here and there.

Shells were round, oblong and also odd;
For us had been made by our great God;
All of various colors and many designs;
Several with spiral and also curvy lines.

Through shells we would separate and strain
While ocean waves played a sweet refrain
Asking us why we have become a big creep
All of God's precious shells trying to keep.

In each day mornings do beautifully break
So we said to ourselves for goodness sake
Will be best if lovely shells are left behind
For others who them had hoped to find.

Jim Horn

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014

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A Rainbow's Magic

A Rainbow’s Magic

A rainbow’s magic reflects God’s majestic and divine touch,
Giving us a panoply of colored images which mean so much.

The wonder of God’s enchanted pictorial missives here on Earth,
Gives us an ethereal pause as we reflect on each rainbow’s birth.

A rainbow is God’s celestial medium of His images to treasure,
To help Man better understand Him and meet His deft measure.

The power of a rainbow is its picture-perfect aura of pulchritude,
Dazzling our visual senses and assuring us of Heaven’s certitude.

A rainbow’s very visage mesmerizes our human senses complete,
And embeds in us all God’s spirited message of His love replete.

A rainbow is a noble and supreme reflection of beauty at its best,
And of shades of heavenly images on Earth meeting God’s behest.

A rainbow’s magic is the power of God’s message to us on Earth,
Subtly preparing Man for his heavenly ascent and his soul’s rebirth.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, August 13, 2015
(Rhymed Couplet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015


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Love's Import

Love’s Import

Love’s import results when two lovers meet,
Merging their emotions as one—what a treat!

With an emotive force beyond all to compare,
Love blinds all of us, at times, even on a dare.

The longing and passion of two souls in love,
Comes with its heavenly destiny from above.

Cupid’s influence is oft felt in an eye glance, 
Which can bring two together in life’s dance.

Love’s message is always special as two kiss, 
Seeking their moments of such romantic bliss. 

Love’s a special moment in eternity’s parade,
As two souls dance to God’s heavenly serenade. 

Love’s import says much when two say “yes”
And live their passion as God above has blessed.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
July 1, 2015 (Rhymed Couplet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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Deep in Our Hearts

Deep in Our Hearts

Deep in our hearts, there’s a never-ending desire,
That seeks to filleth our souls now precious pure.

This desire brings our fiery passions to conspire,
As our emotions and heartbeats merge now one.

Our love shineth now ever-bright in Heaven’s light,
As God’s angels sing paeans to our passions’ delight.

The true love we mortals find is by God’s very design, 
As we seek its meaning in the deep pool of our souls.

The enchanted beauty of this true love we have as two,
Brings our hearts to the moment when they beat as one.

This true love transcends the mortal limits of this Earth,
Whilst gently coaxing our souls to their heavenly destiny. 

Deep in our hearts, our souls make this final sacred journey,
As angels accompany us into Almighty God’s eternal light.  

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved 
August 1, 2017 (Couplet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2017

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My Supreme Goddess Thou Art

My Supreme Goddess Thou Art

I can see Heaven clearly whilst gazing deeply in your eyes now, 
Where the sweet caramel melts deliciously into heartbeats pure.

The radiant light of our eternal love dwells deep within our hearts,
As our souls are captivated by God’s aura of divine enchantment.
 
A nirvana fills our destiny as passionate lovers kissing softly so,
Mesmerized by the enraptured emotions we forever shareth as one.

A wild wondrous wallflower you are—shining now ever brightly,
As that angelic spirit in mortal presence on Earth by God’s hand.

Dearest one I sayeth truly now my supreme goddess thou art,
As we holdeth one another in an ardent embrace by God’s grace.

The fiery passion of our forever love is a pure beam of silken starlight,  
Which bathes the darkest depths of the cosmos in a heavenly radiance.

What more can two people hope for in this world of finite limitations?
Our shared love and rich emotions form the destiny we seek with God.

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – April 29, 2017
(Couplet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2017

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Theatre of my Soul

The flying sent projections free to see,
from adjunct Astrals singing bold decree.

Perched on Pisces’s cusp, forsaking Plato’s cave,
Puppets casting shadows, chancing me a slave.

They hang from dreams of higher forms, allures
Contempt in self when loving carnal cores.

Haunted by women’s passions kept in Spirits,
Dawns my sleeping stages now inherits

Marionettes aloft eternal twists
of spinning truths with lies recalling trysts.

Killing prone volitions, changing essence.
Chosen starlight’s beings guiding presence.

Upon a love in purest form demands,
Forgotten suicides of ego strands.

Risking Pirsig’s fate in Zen and journey,
Waging sanity, a bounty worthy.

The stringing of my soul and bracing seeks,
A pulling truth beyond this death it speaks.

------------------------------------------------------------
Alternating stanzas of iambic and trochaic pentameter

Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2014

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When I Leave This World

Inspired by the song "Last Kiss" by Pearl Jam


You had just gotten your first car, a 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air,
We were only seventeen years old and neither had a care,
You came over after school and asked me to go for a drive,
We longed for freedom of the road, we never felt so alive.

Always the gentleman, as you opened the powder blue door,
But, after tonight you would be doing this for me no more,
I remember how the moonlight shined off of the chrome,
When you picked me up and I would never return home.

I cannot ever stop thinking about and replaying our past,
I still remember your soft kiss, and it would be our last,
Because, this tender embrace would never happen again,
There was no way that either of us could've known it then.

The impact was so sudden that I felt almost no pain,
As the car swerved out of control into the other lane,
It all happened so fast, there was no time to scream,
Now my existence is a nightmare, just some bad dream.

My body grew cold fast, but I could still feel the heat,
Of the warm blood dripping down onto the leather seat,
I lay there silently, nearly lifeless, held against your shoulder,
It was then I realized that I would not be growing older.

The radio faded away as I closed my eyes for the last time,
What happened to me was an accident, and not a crime,
I will wait for you on this spot, by the very same tree,
Where most people don't notice, but some of them see.

It's an anniversary, it will be 58 years around midnight,
The misting rain and lingering fog will keep me from sight,
As the headlights go flying by, shining from modern cars,
I'm hoping one of them will be you to take me to the stars.

When I do leave this world, side by side we will stand,
And this bad dream will finally be over as you take my hand,
I am waiting to go to heaven, only you can bring me there,
In your brand new, powder blue 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air.


Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015

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Valentine's Unicorn

Valentine’s Unicorn

A magical and most wonderful creature of times old,
With a holy soul filled with love and a heart of gold. 

Harmony, peace, and love pervade her very essence,
And they define all that is good and grand in her presence.

She loves poets, musicians, and all of us who so often dream,
And visits us all in ethereal visions on a radiant light beam. 

This Valentine’s Unicorn is a precious bearer of purest love,
Who possesses angelic power from the very Heavens above.

She lives in our hearts and souls as an enchanted dream,
And shares her love and trust with us all as we dream.

She shares our dreams past, present, and future—
And shall always be a spirit of majestic love in our future.
                                                                                                                      
On Valentine’s Day her love is felt on Earth and in Heaven above,
As she sends us harmony, peace, and love on the wings of a dove!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (February 9, 2015)
(Rhymed Couplet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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The Stars at Night

The Stars at Night

Gazing at the stars at night I marvel at their divine beauty,
Knowing that God created them as reflections of His Light.

The stars in a sense serve as light markers to mankind’s
Very existence on this Earth and in celestial dimensions.
			
The stars have served as romantic backdrops for people,
As they seek love, find love, and want a life together.

The stars with their infinite beauty and God-like presence,
Shall always have import in the lives of men and women.

The darkness of night itself creates a motif in contrast to
The very wonder and hope for mankind that starlight brings.

Love itself serves as that very special emotion which brings
Two star-crossed lovers together as one in God’s eyes in love.

The key is not fear, but the ability to love and feel a spirit of
Adventure as people meet, fall in love, and seek a life as one.

The stars at night mirror God’s eternal presence in the Cosmos,
And represent His Love and Desire to always be with mankind.

The stars reflect an infinite beauty and God’s grace and love,
Which shall always be part of mankind’s existence on Earth.  		

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved – June 23, 2015
(Unrhymed Couplet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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Unthankful

All that I had, just yesterday
Has suddenly, been taken away
Me yes me, a foolish man of clay
Suddenly I have so much to say
When instead, I'd be wise to pray
 
Why oh why, me oh my
Take me now I want to die
I liked it better, when I was perched on high
My wings were strong, I loved to fly

I was given much, I gave no thanks
I sat upon lush river banks
My ship majestic, I watched as it sank
Now this world seems cold and dank

My cup was full it over flowed
Yet gratitude I barely showed
Instead of narrow, I chose wider road
My love of self it barely slowed

If only I had seen more clear
I wonder if I'd now be here
Feeling alone and filled with fear
Oh please dear God, I need you near

I heard him say, I'm sorry son
Your life is over, now it's done
You chose your god, I wasn't the one
Love of plenty and pleasured fun!

So down to Hell my soul is brought
A place of pain both cold and hot
My insides squeezed inside a knot
Now what I treasured doesn't mean a lot

From this nightmare, I thankfully awake 
My soul and being begin to shake
Please Lord forgive me, my mistake
Help me learn to give, instead of take!

I try to be thankful every day
With God's help, stay on the narrow way
It's not about me and that's okay
Vision much clearer, when to Jesus I pray.


This poem was inspired by my brother Roy. 
He sent an email that asked "What if you only woke up with what you said 
thanks for yesterday?" what a great question!

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015

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Shepherd of Souls

Divine Master most precious crowned golden Spirit 
You who sits in Heaven regal most gracious hear our prayers

Lord and Holy Master angels sing in choir rejoicing 
in Your love we break and share bread with wine

Body and blood in Your suffering for our sins 
Died on the cross at Calvary forgive me my King

I am weak in the eyes of the world guide me 
always and forever in Your light colours freedom Amen.

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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Time Alone


Today, I spent some time alone
to settle down into my bones.
I nestled deep in songs at last,
soothed by the choir of loved ones passed.
Forgotten was the ache of loss,
I meditated on the cross.
My mind was clear of lists and worries.
My soul at peace was in no hurry. 
I synchronized breaths with the breeze
and God’s empathic voice with ease.
I never uttered words of prayer,
just listened, in my silence bare.
Oh, how the world washes away
our innocence to love and play!
Our spirits fraught long to seek God,
Heaven’s envoy in His ballade.
Today, I spent some time alone
to feel my soul set free from bone.  

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

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Enough Of Me

Enough Of Me When I begin to look at life As nothing but an endless strife When the power of faith and hope Fail to help me strive and cope When I lay down my dreams to rest And so give up their mighty quest When love's warm embers cease to burn And make my heart an icy urn When from the grace of God I flee... Then life has had enough of me. Sandra M. Haight ~1st Place~ Premiere Contest: Contest No. 225 Sponsor: Brian Strand Judged: 10/18/2016 ~1st Place~ Contest: 10 or Less Lines Sponsor: Rob Carmack Judged: 10/14/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

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The Spirital Womb

The tragedy of a Miracle started today
Our Lord’s brutalized body passed away 

Of all the tragedies in the history of man
This is one I try to grasp, but never can

For some reason I find it impossible to see
We crucified the greatest man in our history

Through all of the gain and all of the loss
It was a predestined coin man had to toss

I wonder how Pilot must have felt that day
He washed cowards hands in a cowardly way

Beaten and tortured, his skin ripped to shreds
As a thorny crown dug holes into Jesus’ head

While nailed to the cross he had one final goal
Through the mercy of love he saved another soul

He saved that soul and then our Lord Jesus died
Can you imagine the countless tears that were cried?

As we all know Jesus' body was placed into a tomb
To my minds eye it was no less than a spiritual womb 

And from inside that womb salvation was born
For the tomb was found empty come Sunday morn

This is not how the story ends it is only how it starts
The Lord now lives up inside each one of our hearts

Even those lost in Prison, the ones like I used to be
Can turn to the Lord and then they will be set free

Freedom is a thing that I think we all strive to find
It is etched in our heart and engraved in our mind

I was locked up in a cell nestled tightly away
Facing several years that I would have to pay

Up inside of that cell I made my own decree
A true miracle was taking place inside of me

I was a very evil man and I was so proud to show it
In the wink of an eye I was transformed into a Poet

I learned there is only one way to truly be free
Ask of the Lord, “ Jesus please come unto me”

And just as the Lord Jesus Christ rose up out of his tomb
We can all live with-in the comfort of his spiritual womb




Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009

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MAXIMUS

    

    There is a spirit that watches over you
    In the daylight hours, and nightime too.

    You may not think that they are there
     But there is a way to make you aware.

     I learned the name of my angel a long time ago
     Because I was interested and I wanted to know.

     His name is "Maximus" and is with me here
     To learn of his presence once made me fear.

     Because what you do is watched all the day
     The angel keeps tabs, God finds out that way.

     I guess you think I'm being naive
     Trust your faith, if you believe.

     If you want to know your angel's name
     There is a way to find out which is no game.

     Say a prayer for three days in a row
     And after each time ask him to reveal his name to you.

     If you believe in him he will tell you true
     If not, he may be silent to you.

     I know of others who have tried this I can say
     Some, have learned the names of their angels this way.

     When you pray for their name do not think it absurd
     Some, I know, will hear that singular word.

     It won't come as a shout from heaven on high
     But rather as a whisper, when your angel is nigh.

     These spiritual beings are here for us all
     Sometimes they wait just to here us call.

     And when you do wouldn't if be grand
     If you knew the spirit's name...who behind you stands!

     Try it and see if you think I'm fooling around
     Be honest with yourself with both feet on the ground.

     As someday that spiritual angel you will greet
     Wouldn't it be nice to be on a "first name" basis when you meet?

     And if you try but do not hear their name
     Keep on trying because your conviction was lame.

     I know many will think I'm crazy with this
     But knowing my angel's name has brought comfort and bliss.

     So try it yourself and see if in kind
     If your angel will speak to you...they really don't mind.

     Because then a dialogue with them you can share,
     Even if they never speak again,  you'll know...they're there.

Copyright © Daniel Cwiak | Year Posted 2010

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Poetry (A Spiritual Release)

In less than a year, hundreds of poems have poured out of me.
I thought I'd drown in my tears, but I began to swim in poetry.

When the ink touches the pad I'm so glad to feel the spiritual release.
I address the worry and stress which brings me emotional peace.

As the couplets formulate, I escape into a world that is all mine.
Like a bomb ready to detonate, I try and be an explosive Poetic Einstein!

My mind explores, opening unknown doors, which other's may find very bizarre.
Self-confessed, a poet possessed, and from the Heaven's came a fallen star.

A dent in the earth, A poet rebirth, and the speed of my pen will only increase.
So the poetry in me, emerges from obscurity, demanding my spiritual release!



*Written for Constance contest "What is my theme"
My theme is "Spiritual Strength" (which is in my poetry)

Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2010

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My spiritual journey

Is there a creator God there
Or is all meaningless chance and despair

Are you a God of love and care
Or vengeful and uncaring as gods everywhere

Are you a God who is just and fair
Or like humans where true justice is rare

Are you a tangible God that I can see and be aware
Or are you just a force and invisible like air

Show yourself to me is my prayer
For they say you are everywhere

Wow what love and beauty and holiness your presence declare
But what are those piercing scars that your hands and feet bear

Copyright © Ahmed Sheik Koya | Year Posted 2017

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Twisting - The Dancer Spins

“TWISTING” - THE DANCER SPINS . . . 

Twisting - the dancer spins in the mist of the night - to his own tune . . . 
This unearthly spectre gracefully dances - lit by the light of the moon . . . 

Softly his leather clad soles play skillfully onto the moisten moss beneath . . . 
Night animals stop to stare of this dancing spectre to them he bequeath . . . 

Their little click's of approval seemed only to add to the body of the tune . . . 
As this unearthly spectre dances in the mist - lit by the light of the moon . . . 

He makes his way through the trees - still dancing as he reaches the leith . . .
Across the wooden bridge - into the mist he disappears beyond the heath . . .  

Gazing into the mist - you still imagine him there - still dancing to his own tune . . . 
He is one of nature’s own loons - who only dances - lit by the light of the moon  . . .

Indiana Shaw . . . ; )

Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2016

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My Supreme Goddess Thou Art

I can see Heaven clearly whilst gazing deeply in your eyes now, 
Where the sweet caramel melts deliciously into heartbeats pure.

The radiant light of our eternal love dwells deep within our hearts,
As our souls are captivated by God’s aura of divine enchantment.
 
A nirvana fills our destiny as passionate lovers kissing softly so,
Mesmerized by the enraptured emotions we forever shareth as one.

A wild wondrous wallflower you are—shining now ever brightly,
As that angelic spirit in mortal presence on Earth by God’s hand.

Dearest one I sayeth truly now my supreme goddess thou art,
As we holdeth one another in an ardent embrace by God’s grace.

The fiery passion of our forever love is a pure beam of silken starlight,  
Which bathes the darkest depths of the cosmos in a heavenly radiance.

What more can two people hope for in this world of finite limitations?
Our shared love and rich emotions form the destiny we seek with God.

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – April 29, 2017
(Couplet)       

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017

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The Kirk Yard

THE KIRK YARD 

THE KIRK YARD 

This day is just as peaceful as this day has been so long 
I listen to the birds chirping just to me in their last song

Autumn descends upon us – but all the land is still green
The warm rain gives the birds - their last chance to preen

It is only times like this – which I am at my most content
Memories I hold within the Kirkyard - are only to me lent 

Within this Kirkyard - I get to see deaths glory at its best
As I read the gravestone inscriptions of those now at rest

I can hear all the idle chatter of those so unearthly ghosts 
Saying to me you are welcome for today we are your hosts 

A Peacefulness prevails here - as only a kirkyard can give
Into another time frame of folk - and how they used to live 

Passing by my eyes images of long ago for me displayed
That disappears into the walls of the kirkyard as in a haze

Ghostly figures even stop to stare at me in their so eerie way  
What do they think of me - here dressed for the modern day

A silence descends - no words in fear these images will break
Every image captured like photographs into my eyes do I take 

Sun sets with a sudden loneliness laden underneath its weight 
Every gravestone whispering to me - till I reach the iron gates

The kirkyard is dampen now - with its coming of the dark night 
Only for it to flourish once more come tomorrows morning light

A soul tired and so weary you can see it etched across my face
As I pass beneath the lamp light that showers me with its grace 

To myself only fearing just how much fear that I have in death itself
But once carried through the Kirkyard gates I will only feel its wealth  

Indiana Shaw . . . (*-*)

Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2016

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Free Passage


I just got free passage out of the graveyard,
I got my Get Out Of Death jail release card
It’s all GOOD ... all very, very GOOD
Grace coverage bought on crimson cross bloody wood
Resurrection is my free ticket out of here,
if you’re not Christ connected, you’re in dire straits I fear

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017

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Trust

God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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Shall We Try For One More Year

How many years now has it been – maybe fifty-seven? We’ve traveled down some pleasant roads, on our way to Heaven. We’ve looked into each other’s eyes – seen both joy and despair. We’ve wondered how we’d make it when resources were not there. In looking back to find just how this love of ours began I believe it is controlled by some divine master plan. I believe if God does not exist there’d be no you and me. And all this time together would be less than destiny. I know that my redeemer lives – God’s word tells me so – He sent you as a soul mate as through this life I go. He knew there would be obstacles; I know He put some there To determine if we’d solve them with the mighty gift of prayer. I believe the lesson we have learned in traveling down life’s road Is to bring our troubles to Him to lighten up the load. We realize that we’ve been blessed sharing time together here Still one decision faces us --- Shall we try for one more year? Written for my wife on the occasion of our 57th…12/21/12 … Let’s go again Darlin’…. John Posey

Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2012

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Bethlehem

Bethlehem 
     Means House of Bread

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2014

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A Person's Worth and Measure

A Person’s Worth and Measure

A person’s life is sacred in God’s eyes,
For we all know that God tells us no lies.  

God views a person’s worth and measure,
As something grand and always to treasure.

A person should fear not his or her measure,
Rather strive always to find God’s pleasure. 

A person’s azimuth lies in God’s very hands,
And only God knows one’s destiny and final plans.

A person who does good works in this life,
Is one who’s good and penitent before all strife.

As a person’s life nears its final end days, 
God’s there to show him or her His holy ways.

A person’s worth and measure mean so much;
In God’s eyes such values always merit his touch!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
June 6, 2015 (Rhymed Couplet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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That This Beauty

Many take her for granted this beauty seen in our skies Isn't she such a wonder for us she'll never despise She glows when we are weakened by life's travesties No matter our human gloom, she's there for us to see Take a look back to her past, view her strife her life Being battered by her neighbours, leaving her rife Look to the scars she bears, whom does she declare She never ever will, but do we humans really care History has shown, to her out reach we shall travel Into her out there black, shall we ever ever unravel It'll take some years, but eventually we will find I only hope and pray, that this beauty isn't undermined .

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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3rd Son

Papa Adam and Mama Eve's third son
 Seth

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2014

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First Murderer in Human History

The first murderer in human history
      Cain

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2014

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Prophet Zechariah


The prophet Zechariah foretold 
     Jesus or Father Christ would be sold for 30 pieces of silver

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2014