Best Faithsun Poems
Reaching up to heaven
With outstretched hands
For there are so many times
He is the only one who understands
Me and my thoughts inside
From Him
I have nothing at all to hide
My darkest secrets are safe
He is my serenity
My great escape
Reaching up to heaven
As the sun begins to rise
Asking for forgiveness as I realize
I am only human
And I will fall from grace
But I must get back on my feet
And get back in the race
The end will come soon enough
I’m sure
And I will pass through the gates
Because my soul is pure
But for now I bide my time
As with each day
A new journey does begin
And as the sun slowly fades
You will find me
Reaching up to heaven
The End
By Greg P
Each year, there it comes with its special effect.
Ramadhan is the break from spiritual neglect,
A reminder of the suffering …people less fortunate.
The ones who can’t afford a daily meal in their plate.
Ramadhan focuses on spirituality,
It tones down our animal instinct and its voracity.
Reviving our goodness… appealing to our heart
Guiding our attention … polishing our chart.
No means of nutriments from sun up to sun down,
It opens the doors … our hunger it disowns.
For more reflection… connection … absorption,
Of The Divine Order…well worth admiration.
Ramadhan is lightning … like a wake up call.
For self-discipline… journey of self-control.
Covering all areas… leaving “I WANT!” far behind,
Listening to our heart rather than our minds.
Oh! How I anticipate the goodness of Ramadhan!
Dear Lord, you open my day
With a soft yellowish-glow
Filtering through morning’s mist
Rising from valleys below
Your sun moves from east to west
Radiating energy and light
Illuminating the world
Providing visual delights
The soft yellow roses abloom
With fragrant aromas found—
Marigolds in their deep hues
And buttercups all around
A walk through golden grain
As fields ripen in season
Goldenrod waving in breeze—
All seem to have a reason
Yellow appears in pigments
Coloring cars of our past;
Painting houses for our homes;
Tonka trucks for child that last
As eventide closes the day
With sun over horizon
Still your yellow-color glows
Upon the sky with reflections
Dear Lord, you close my day,
As the moon beams from above
And the galaxy of stars
Display you e’er present love
-E. Pearl Anderson
Her feet dangled down
Above the mud
Her body safe, sitting on the stone wall,
Waiting
She knew her daddy was going to come
He never said he would,
But she knew, she believed
And so she waited, knowingly
The sun set and rose
And still he had not come.
The birds flew across the muddy sky
But still she believed
There were no ifs
No hesitation
Whatever happened would be for the better.
And so she waited
Smiling under the dreary day
And singing with the tumble of the rain
He would come
She simply had to wait.
As the sun rose once more
Above the foggy ground
Exhausted and weak,
She heard a whistle, low and sweet
At this she jumped
And ran, smiling and laughing
Through the mud and muck
Not minding the dirt
the dusty air that whizzed by
There, then she ran into the arms
That waited for the right day to show up
Watching her waiting
Day and night
The arms that hugged her tight
Full of love and mercy
He kissed her gently on her head.
And began to walk her home