Best Revelatory Poems
Basic'ly, it's this:
the world is so so big
and I'm just too too small.
The Good News is for people
who have a sickness and need to be healed,
and healing starts with a reborn spirit,
but spiritual blindness won't make one look upward,
to ask for forgiveness and becoming whole;
the Good News can give you a new heart
with their revelatory message full of promise...
coming upon you form the Divine Source!
Who has the audacity to blame God
for not intervening in the world's affairs,
whose troubles are too numerous to mention?
Starvation causes incurable diseases,
bizarre and unrestrained sexual behavior kills;
state after state approves of the same sex marriage:
Sodom and Gomorrah lives on
with their merry-making mocking!
And the same individuals who frequent
holy places, in which they worship their god with vain praises,
condone the filth and ugliness already tolerated by society,
making easier for them to express their sexuality
in offensive ways and disobey God's commandment;
two men taking the role of a lovable daddy,
and two women that of a devoted mommy?
Aren't they sending the wrong message to those tiny beings?
If men lay with men and women with women;
conception is denied the joy of blissful birth,
and the screams of babes, coming out of the belly,
won't be heard anymore...what an awful pity
for children not to have mom's and dad's affection:
to live a normal childhood on this beautiful earth!
O lost and uncaring people, receive and hear with elation,
the Good News with their revelatory message of salvation!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
In this world of heartless consumption
waste of human life to the whipsaw;
never did so little mean so much
when one lonely deer in a field
saw you and you saw him
nothing else mattered...
as neither blinked.
2 Feb 2021
All Yours (Feb 2) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
THE OTHER GOD
It is a rare noise I hear.
Those sounds that seem to say:
I could be a pond; or
Have been a reflection.
Knees that are forever bent
Into a prayer of all things.
I am in each thing.
The aspect shown,
The one that is most needed.
The slope of spring untended,
While walking toward an answer;
always visiting myself in stranger’s clothes.
I don’t think anyone imagines
quite enough these days
To meet
Their other God.
In this world of heartless consumption
waste of human life to the whipsaw;
children shot dead while at recess
never did so little mean so much
then when a deer in a field
saw you and you him
nothing mattered
as neither blinked.
Self-righteous take aim,
the pious obey at the sight
non-believers stare but afraid
little orbs of shimmering lights,
admiring all in the wafting shade,
stars peek and rage during the loss;
stunning was how twilight was made,
as teary eyes peer at the lightened cross.