Best Faithhome Poems
You inspire me to be
less the thinker, the doer,
and more the drinker of spirits
from out of the Universe.
The Being being.
Then sings my soul
the gospel of the pines
and birdsong as we walk
in the glory of Springtime.
I am spiritual having
a human experience knowing Soul
resides inside a space of me
that only sings.
We are not Home now
and will not truly rest
until You take me to that place
and space wherein You dwell
with other eternal Souls and
I shall be no more.
Perhaps, You will return
within another Being to be
here to learn the way
of a human journey.
But I ... I am wanting
to stay Home next time.
Give me a drink for I have a
prayer to say
A hard native brew for a strong
supplication to Mawu.
I shall call Okplejen the mighty
God who bears the earth and
her siblings.
Then I will call Klotia and call
Amli
The tree that bore the fruit
from which seed this shoot
sprouted.
Ododoben full to empty
Warrior's linguist listen, hear
for your lord
Agoooo eii!! Agooo!
Kantankani boafo, King-bi King
Amlalobi Amlalo Ataa-Naa
Nyornmor I call on you
Keep not your ears away from
my cry
For tomorrow has come home
to today
A palanquin on a hill bears the
valley's regal
Kunim sits on a lofty valley
view at Neehu
Awaiting the glorious royal
descend to familiar cacophony.
The drag is long on the crag.
Hewaletse,I pray strength to
the often weary tendons of the
yoke bearer.
To body and soul, nourishment
and fortification.
O Yehowa, summon thy guards
to the palanquin's safety.
By fire at night, by clouds in
the day
you lead
Break the limbs of treacherous
men who ride on the veil of
darkness to commit evil
Blind the evil-envious eyes of
the wicked and dumb the
cursing tongue.
Surely the stranger-native must
come home safely and in glory.
Tswa ni omanye aba!
Hiao!!
Siting here amongst all of life's struggles and turmoil,
I ponder," What is the secret of life"
I reflect, "I've done this before, full of working and plowing the soil."
Loving all unconditionally with God's law in your life.
Going home to the farmstead, home to the kids and the wife.
It's amazing what our Lord has blessed us with, as we reap in this life.
An abundance of food, soil, earth, water, all given to us.
As a blessing to live a Spiritual life, believing in Jesus.
All the planet, fish, fowl, animals, of all kinds for us to rule over.
Plants, trees, clouds, the sights of a world together.
Blessing us with His love, wisdom, correction and compassion.
Given to America, His blessings to this mighty free nation.
All to us is given, freely, as we only have to praise God.
Giving His only Son, to forgive us, He's giving us a wink, a nod.
The Holy Bible, the finger of God, who has told us His story,
To teach mankind His ways and given to all, should in spirit watch His glory.
My wife, my kids, My Lord, and my farm.
My homestead my favorite place to be, my quiet place and no harm.
I realize the fear of God, the first step to His Kingdom.
He gave us the air, food, shelter, the perfect body, just like Him.
A spiritual side to connect us with our Father,
It's the way for this family of farmers.
We have reaped from the soil, and we live quite contently.
With the knowledge of we are God's children one an all,
that's our true destiny.
one night as I knelt,in pray I heard
my dear jesus said, in a still voice he
said peace be still for I have something
to say,fear not for I an with you in the
valley so low for my Child I put you there
to Grow,I an with you on the Mountain top
for that is where you rest ,fear not
for I an with you tell i call you home to rest
i be with you allways tell i call you home to rest.
i hear him say,i neaver or forsake for i walk in the garden of yours heart.
Rita Arleen Ackley