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Ode Religious Poems | Ode Poems About Religious

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Details | Ode |

She Had Wings

A tribute to a wonderful friend who was taken from us by cancer.

She Had Wings
 11-24-07  
Dave Stinnett
                         
SHE HAD WINGS,  SHE COULD LIFT US UP 
WHEN OUR WORLD SEEMED TOO HEAVY
WINGS OF LOVE, ALWAYS OPEN WIDE 
TO SOOTHE A WOUNDED SOUL
          
THOUGH SORROW FILLS OUR HEARTS, REJOICE THAT          
GOD HAS FILLED HIS PROMISE        
AND ANGELS HAVE A ROOM NEXT TO HIS THRONE                  
YOU SEE, SHE WAS NEVER OURS TO CALL OUR OWN

SHE HAD WINGS, AND NOW SHE’S FLYING HOME

Copyright © Dave Stinnett | Year Posted 2012



Details | Ode |

A GIFT TO THEE

My belly of thoughts clings to my backbone
Never hungry, always starving of poetry
Which can not exactly capture your spotlessness
Mama learned me this knowledge of nature:
A full stomach of ideas suffocates the mind of reasons
And hypocritical bellies are full of garbage ideologies
Since them, couldn't set my vision on hypocritical niceties
'Cos the feast of my soul is set on your poetic face of grace
Capturing poetic elegance in your anatomy on the cross
From your delicate hot bruised features
The geometrical contours of your thorn crowned head
Down to the neat flow of double curve network of blood
Concave and convex, across each ripe cheek
Flowing down into a pool at the foot of Golgotha
Scholars may wear poetic finery to capture your imagery
Though learned, am not versed in the cult of literature
As for me, I petition my soul to impress you most
When I shade clothing of poetic religio-fanatical complexity
And paint your elegance without haste or delay
With the brush of my artistic nagging thoughts
As sweet as the spray of frankincense on your tender skin
I have fallen in love with your words like art
And I have nothing else to offer save these silly words
Which I know is not good enough for a Heavenly Prince
'Cos I thought of you as an Immortal Prince come to life
And myself as a lousy, clumsy mortal being
Unaccountably granted the gift of your notice
Am determined to woo you with all my soul's poetry
And determined to wash my soul with thy tidal waves of devotion
And as I again have nothing else worthwhile to offer 
I make a gift to thee of my Zaccheaus heart

Copyright © Ginger Amee Terdue | Year Posted 2013

Details | ekphrasis |

AN ODE TO THE HANDS

On Grandma’s bedroom wall hung pencil sketches
To inspire me and draw me in, never fail
The hands in prayer our daily blessing fetches
The cuffs rolled back, work ready, in the detail

The fingerprint motif of light on hands
To give us notice we are unique – and His
Strong thumb accentuating Holy Bands
Steeple elongated fingers, preaching Bliss

On The Tree, He died for our earthly sins
(The cross marked in the veins of the left hand)
He wished to spare us the suffering since
Love and compassion, for which we should stand

Only in Truth can we realise beauty
The Hands setting the example of: “Thank Ye!

[Poetry form used: Sonnet]

If we do not live in Truth, a God given opportunity which we must embrace, then the beauty of all that we perceive will pass us by. ~ Su Crous 

Inspired by: ‘Hands of an Apostle’ by Albrecht Durer: http://uploads4.wikipaintings.org/images/albrecht-durer/hands-of-an-apostle.jpg
DEPICTED IN THE ABOUT SECTION

28/1/2013
Sponsor:	Heather Ober
Contest Name:	Famous Art |

Copyright © Suzette Richards | Year Posted 2013

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O Muslim

Muslim who influenced by westernize, 
Lost name and Identity, drowned in Occidentalize, 
Got accuse of terror and blame of activist, 
Oh the Muslim, thou lost thy illuminant, 
 
Thou turn away face from lessons of Quran, 
Ever thou remembered the moral of surah Aal-e-Imran, 
Betrayed thy self through curse deed, 
The Almighty bondman what’s thee need, 
 
Lead thou self toward astray, 
Turned attention to infidel way, 
Forgotten the worry of last abode, 
Repent thy sins by viewing this ode, 
 
Eager thyself of virtue, thirst of hay, 
Inertial thought turns thou rough and clay, 
Vivify thy self, You the Muslim and still alive, 
Strong enough as the pillar of five, 
Worldly life is not more than amusement and joy, 
Be prepare for hereafter, as you have to die.
Written By
M. Shahid H. Chouhdry
Bahawalpur, Pakistan
All Rights Reserved.
shahid817@gmail.com

Copyright © M. Shahid H. Chouhdry | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

Remember Why

There shone a star
It lit the world
As though a flood
Or grace were hurled

The humble Christ
Lest we forget
A savior then
Of sinners yet

Was born to save
And born to die
His life to give
Remember why

Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

What Glory

I saw a manger glow
I heard the angels say
A child is born of holiness
Upon this joyous day

I came there to discover
What greatness it could be
What grace I did behold
What glory I did see

A tiny bed of straw
A burro and some sheep
Angels praised the heavens
The baby Christ asleep

Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

Ode to the Sages of Pure Land

The following poem is an slightly abridged and liberal translation of the poetic opening verses from Ch.31 of Upasaka Xia Lian Ju’s Infinite Life Sutra:

Wisdom as vast as the boundless sea,
Bodhi as high and wide as Meru peak,
Their halos bright beyond sunbeam,
Surpassing the moon’s luminous gleam.
Their hearts white and serene like snowy hills,
Their patience as enduring as the fields,
Their calm minds like pristine waters
That wash away the defiling dusts,
Their profound insight as keen as fire,
Burning away all worry and fraught,
Non abiding and breezing o’er any mire,  
Sounds of Dharma: striking lightning,
Warning the deluded to wisdom ripen, 
Pouring forth truth like soothing sweet dew,
Their grace like canopies of Linden trees, 
Cool shades of respite for you and for me.   

Poem released into Public Domain.

Copyright © Brian Chung | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |

I and I


I and I
be the Father and the Son
I and I
are seen expressly as One

I 
is the Father
The Creator of everything
I
is the Son
The Light which gave life to everyone

I and I
be the Most Holy Father and the Only Begotten Son
I and I
together they dwell in each other as One

I
is the Father
who breathed life into the souls of children of men
I
is the Son
who gave us eternal life when he died for our sins

I and I
are One always
I and I
are together in the timeless realm of infinite days

I and I
be One, as they always are
I and I
be the Invisible God and the Bright Morning Star

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ode |

Earth Store Ode

O Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva ! 
Thou are wondrous beyond compare,
August is your ethereal appearance,
Aurulent is your demeanor,
Great are your vows and lyrical is
Your Lyre of Dharma
Which you play with grace, 
Adorning the Samsara with 
Harmonious sounds of Dharma,
Thou are mercy embodied,
The shade of grace for all beings,
The light of your pearl mounts up to the Heavens 
And your golden khakkhara shatters the gates of Hell!   
Guiding beings mired in Gordian knot of karma
To bow before the Nine Blossom Dais of the Buddha,
Thou are the Beacon of Light for those in perdition, 
The one who pardons and blesses, 
Honored as the Great Peak of Nine Blossoms, 
Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva! 
Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva! 
Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!  

Poem released into Public Domain 

Please see this full Dharma teaching:

https://archive.org/details/Earthstoredharma

Copyright © Brian Chung | Year Posted 2017

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Pure Land Buddhist Liturgy and Prayer Book

Hi all, I have recently completed a short and easy to use Pure Land Buddhist Liturgy and Prayer Book, based on the 48 Vows of Amitabha and Infinite Life Sutra. Here is the first verse:

O Amitabha, you hear and you see our trials and ordeals. Heeding our pleas for refuge and relief, you have raised the Western Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss: A paradise adorned by virtue so gloriously infinite that its majesty mounts up beyond Meru peak. You bless all who rise to your land with Sage-hood, even those from the realms of perdition. We see that your land is untainted by the states of woe—untainted by pests, pestilences, phantoms and beasts! 

For this Glory of Bodhi, we Vow for your Land.

If you would like the whole book, you can read and download it for free here:

https://archive.org/details/PureLandLiturgy

The book has been released into the Public Domain.

Copyright © Brian Chung | Year Posted 2017