Best Blind Faith Poems
Blind Faith
So, even the expression, blind faith, makes my blood boil.
I've had one too many conversations with "intellectuals" who disdainfully look down on us believers for believing in a Creator. They imply by the expression blind faith, that we do not have the mental capacity to think or to reason, that we blindly, or naively, are lead to believe in God without any proof.
They say that believing in an invisible person, or force is foolishness, a mere childlike fantasy nothing more. One commentator said "I used to have an imaginary friend, when I was a child, but I grew up, and no longer believe in fairy tales, and imaginary sky friends, like God".
Firstly, I would say that it is not foolishness, to believe in invisible forces. Science has proven the existence of radio waves, gravity, magnetic attraction, electricity, wi-fi, and on and on goes the list. So it is not the intellectually weak-minded who believe in invisible forces, it is all rational people.
To be frank, if there is no Originator of life, no Initial Causer, Creator, or Intelligent Designer, then what is left? What initiated life? Chance you say! Ok, let's look at random chance as the initiator of life. Ask any scientist what are the mathematical probabilities, that life, even in it's most rudimentary form came about by chance, they will tell you the odds are trillions to one, over billions of years!
So let me get this straight, believing in a great Causer, when we see the effect (us, life as we know it) is unreasonable, but according to them, it is more reasonable to conclude, that life came from nothing at all, and the odds are trillions to one against it, and that it is a fact. Interestingly, mathematics professors will tell you that 10 billion to one odds, is the limit, beyond that it is not only improbable, but rather, mathematically impossible to happen.
So, to prove God exists, all we need to do, is do the math! It is mathematically impossible that life came by random chance. For those that believe it to be true...sounds a little like...hmmm...... blind faith!
John Derek Hamilton
May 16,2017
Faith is like radar that sees through the fog
When faith is forced by reason agog
When it becomes blind it dies
It is like a bird that feels
Light in dark dawn still defog.
In faith there is enough light
For those who want to believe it
But for those who don’t believe
Enough shadows to blind the eye
I for one like the colour of the Dwait.
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For contest : Blind Faith
Dwait (In Hindu mythology) means you can reach God thro’ a Guru (Master). Master can be
anyone in your life, but generally it is the mother.
I think my words are far more worthy
than I am, the writer – often feeling,
grateful – but apart! For the mind
and heart, can seem, at times, mere
spectators to the being. Inspiration
pouring in, as if a blessed shower
or cloudburst, from far off or high
above, somewhere outside conscious
push-and-shove. Feeling honored
to be allowed a share; pleased to know
something far greater than I is taking
dutiful care – for one's soul can
be its own worst adversary; faith,
the vision of blind, dispelling
all notion to the contrary --
Within my soul the darkest of places
Locked up inside of these tiny places
Sitting on the toilet to eat at the table
Another animal sitting in his stable
Years away from being set free
All I have left is my pen and me
With pen in hand I start to write
Can a convict change his plight?
I shall become, “The mustard seed”
Can my faith become all I need?
I write of joy as well as love
From my cell I become a dove
Though my cell is cold and gray
Through my pen I shall sail away
Across skies clear and blue
I’m as free as any of you
Freedom is a frame of mind
Through my faith I am blind
Through blind eyes I can see
Accepting Christ has set me free
I missed the contest but that
doesn't matter. The message
is the same. Blind faith is a
wonderful gift I received in
the darkest of places. Since
that day my life has never
been the same. I ride my
faith like a surfer rides a
wave. God Bless, mj
blind
no sight
nothing seen
a mustard seed
faith
(09/19/11)
I was always taught that JESUS CHRIST was a Jew.
Then there is a question that I must ask of you.
If he was a Jew- did he have a bar-mitzvah?
Or was he just put on this earth
So Christianity could give birth?
At the age of twelve he sat down
with rabbi’s and teachers
For this was the way that he would reach us.
His cousin JOHN THE BAPTIST
Was baptizing people with water.
Was this the first step of GODS orders?
Questions such as these will always arise
But I know he’s always by my side.
Christianity was born on blind faith
Most get it early - while others get it late.
This blind faith is passed down from
Generation to generation
This has become our salvation.
Unlike scientist who only believe in what
Can be seen and what can be proven, they ask
How can blind faith keep one moving.
Now JESUS is but one man
Yet his face is in every land.
There is not one person in any religion
Known more than CHRIST.
It makes you think - not once but twice.
This is how fast Christianity has spread
That he is known world wide
And on blind faith we do rely.
As for GOD there is only one
And he gave us his only son.
They think that, when you hear the gospel, you start working, creating by your own strength a thankful heart which says, ''I believe.'' That is what they think true faith is—Martin Luther
Your faith is not blind
Change is what you’ll find
Submit
now, your troubled mind
Genuine and kind
Admit
all bad acts, unbind
Re-born! A refined
flame lit
God ‘s soldier commit
Good works, Jesuit
Faith is
everywhere, we sit
on a chair made fit
With this
a carpenter’s wit
Blind faith like hell's pit
Amiss
Holy Spirit bliss
The humble He gifts
Mankind
righteousness is its
divinity’s kiss
Remind
us of His promise
Paradise justice
designed
Author Note: Entry into Blind Faith Contest
At the end of days,
the earth displays its anger,
Clouds part,
heaven awaits,
choosing life,
I depart.
And the people were fascinated by the
sssa!
Lava touches water,
cools.
Water heats.
Water wraps its hands around the melting
earth, to choke it, smash it, crush it.
Reduce it to its powerless state.
Then
sssa!
Earth and water consume each other.
Water, flown apart, simply rises.
Earth must be quelled, drawn downward. Gravity does this.
And the people only see the
sssa!
The people bring a lunch, make a day of it, camp out.
And soon, the people cook over the earth’s heat.
The sun would blister their backs, make them
fester, make them
cook like lobsters,
but the sun gave up.
And the people let their eyes blister away, just
staring
at the inner earth,
listening.
Concerned only for the coming of the
sssa!
And the elements mingled, found each other
in the earth, melting.
Then found each other again
as noxious vapors.
And the people sat devoutly as their
eyes, ears, and fingertips
melted.
Now. There is no more
sssa!
Water has won its upward passage,
winding mistily towards a more celestial target.
The people sit. Still.
No eyes but burn marks, still singeing outwards.
No ears to speak of, no tongues to hear.
And the people believe.
The people still hear the
sssa!
I look for a sign.
If I could see His footprints,
or some honest to God relics,
like a lock of His hair
or the ring He wore.
If the LaBrae Tar pit were filled
with haloes and harps
perhaps,
I could believe.
If there was a place like Graceland
where I could
touch His bathrobe and bedroom slippers,
Then,
my faith
wouldn’t have to be
so blind.
"p.s. let my heart be your eyes..."
post script
feet tracing ruts
softened by the weight of others
the path was worn
polished
not by insight
but by generations
unquestioning the same direction
a weed split the sidewalk
where my foot hesitated
they handed us maps
already marked, folded
creased at the routes
they wanted us to traverse
walls hung with heirlooms
no one claimed
shadows
longer than the rooms
classrooms’ chalkboards of certainty
offices pressed flat with protocol
we learned the art
of veiling the eye behind the eye
we drank from vessels
lips like waiting mouths
etched with forgotten crests
believing the shape of the cup
taught us thirst
air rehearsed its return
like a tethered animal pacing
the same invisible circle
inscribed with grace
shaped like a cage
narrowing the limit
of knowledge
of wisdom
altars made from repetition
shaped our days
to fit the mold
filed down the splinters of doubt
until only smooth compliance remained
tell me—
what is awakening
if not the moment
your hand reaches
for a handle
no one told you was there
and the quiet moment after waking
my heart
uncertain
unshod
hesitates…
Running on the path of heritage - belief blindfolded
One instant I untied hearing the call from inside
The path was wrong, I beckoned them to change
Insane they said and mocked me with a rage
Alone I ran but alive I felt – Truth known and Faith grown!
if we have blind faith
in congress, then we are not
astute citizens
“BLIND FAITH”
It’s that feeling you get when there’s nothing to lose
Of recklessly igniting the bomb and it’s fuse
Seriously considering the yearning to fly
Abandoning all fear to launch off through the sky
Jumping into a parent’s outstretched arms
When the water around them seems scary not calm
To follow your heart and not your head
When everything around you is chaos and dread
Realizing you don’t have to know all the answers before you step out in Faith
That nothing is ever impossible for God as you wait
At the end of the day it’s all about trust
And ridding yourself of all that’s unjust
Sacrificing yourself and all that’s within
To the Creator of life and His freedom from sin