Let our clear eyes gaze
at the rising moon on the
shores of the Sahara, let
the evening stars shine,
holding the skies in their
cosmic magnet, let the
tides cease their aggression
within the ocean, like the
brutish pain we feel as
we welcome and embrace
the oases of our longing
faiths, our kisses
flirting on the shores
of the ocean’s lips,
resolute in our struggle.
We are sandwiched between
the blades and mortars of
these plains, bludgeoned on
the banks and rivers of
these burning forests,
our peace stolen by
hate, so we spend
these silver years in
agony, asking the same
questions our ancestors
asked: shall our hopes be
burnished and taken away on
the lost bays of these curving
currents determined to throw
us into the pits of the boiling
gutters, or shall our longing
faiths, like stones, outlast
the flames of the forest fires?
Shadows of the day leaned against the wall
applauded the bug which made you fall
A search began for the healing balm
and called to arms ways to calm the storm
Heaven was warned and the Earth informed
Life must work for a prize if death is armed
with aches and pains sharp as an arrow
its bleary eyes piercing through every window
formed grey clouds to hang over the meadow
But see, how refreshing the sprightly rain falls
Upon holy grounds where snow-flakes thaw
The running quake subsides and withdraws
dissolved in a ray of hope and welcome joy
And savor every moment your heart employ
With every twist of threshing sinews and nerve
The flagging weight goes lighter in a rare view
When bright moons break through the gloom
Your exhilaration see how happy children play
Admire great faiths when frenzy people pray
Dark atmosphere fades into the ever-glades
Recite praises with the gracious healing balm
The healthier days are coming to you again
Each step is victory in the journey you create
On the realm where healing virtues await
Some say you are lost
If you are not found
On their ground
Some think you are blind
If you do not find
What they find
I am an atheist who believes
The universe is a tapestry
Not a thread
The science to chart the stars
Is but a celestial church
That medicine and vaccines
Are answered prayers
That communities
Can save each other
That math and music
Language and learning
Rebuilding destruction
And regretting a wrong
Are inherent miracles
That to plant a tree
Water a garden
Kiss a scar
Soothe a bruise
Give a smile
Hug a sorrow
Cook a meal
Play a song
Clasp a hand
Bandage a cut
Wipe a tear
Hear a need -
Is divine
I believe the soul of nature
Is sacred
and a rainbow's refraction
Is all the more radiant
For the formula it contains
I believe the finitude of life
Makes a more precious day
And, to my friends of other faiths
I believe - we can meet halfway.
4/27/20
(this was inspired by a poem I read by Anil Deo called Any Athiests out there - thank you for your kind response to my novella-of-a-comment, Anil!)
Faith’s Lack, Breeds Fear
Written: by Miracle Man
4/5/2020
Gone are violins that usually play,
that can soothe a troubled soul throughout the day.
We are mired in a time that we can't see past,
and media coverage- leaves us downcast.
They paint a picture of innocent dying,
our future looks bleak and most horrifying.
As good hearted people reach out in support,
others parse words in a vile attempt to thwart.
*Prophecy teaches perilous times will come,
only God knows the day, the hour, and outcome.
*2 Timothy 3:1
“This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come.”
On Conflict of Faiths
Why at all faiths clash, all across,
‘cause faith is a path. Paths do cross.
Paths that lead to PEACE.
All paths but spell distance and time,
But you are yourself Peace Sublime,
Feel it. Faiths’ roles cease.
20 APR 12,
For: Black eyed Susan’s ‘ Tail Rhyme Time’ Contest
Submitted in Jun 12 for Diane Christian's "Faith" contest
There is such thing as being a part of all religions, especially when he and/or she's
going to church or not. Whether he and/or she's a Christian, Jewish, Catholic, Jehovah's
Witness, Buddhist, Muslim, or Baptist, they still believe in God. All religions have been
with a lot of people since the day they were born. Being a part of one of the religions is
just like going to church on a Sunday, especially when it comes to reading the Holy Bible.
I'm even told that despite living on Earth as one, they still have religious beliefs. Like
if he or she's a Muslim, one can't eat pork items, let alone pork chops. And if he or she'
s Catholic, he or she can't use the Lord's name in vain, which is wrong for most
Christians. Even for the ones who are Jewish, it's just the same thing. It seems that no
matter what religion we belong to, we are still all God's children. And if I were to be a
part of all three of all religions, Christian, Jewish, and Baptist, it's going to be like
being the avatar of all religions. I believe in God, too, even if I don't go to church on
Sundays.
I dyed the road
a tainted red
for every cut
my knife had left
The road led me right to hell
The feeling unforgetable
just like my thoughts
in which I dwell
I died a little more inside
and twisted every lie
to make it true
to make it say
another way to cry
at night and not say a word
then again I could scream aloud
and still not be heard
for this is the problem
that my memories stirred
A life that was bound
the pain I found
the truth the surrounds
and the faith I turned down
glory to the king
who is able to wear the true crown
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