Hindu God Poems | Examples
These Hindu God poems are examples of God poems about Hindu. These are the best examples of God Hindu poems written by international poets.
Whenever I see a crescent moon phase,
I picture the crescent crowned on His hair,
For He clears my mind when it is in a haze,
As I chant to Him, Mahadev who's so fair.
Whenever I see the big open blue sky,
I picture the beautiful blue hue of His skin,
For when He appears I'll know it is not a lie,
As I chant, I shall recall my divinity within.
Whenever I see a deep and very still lake,
I picture Him in His ascetic state meditating,
For He has the deepest mind for our sake,
As I chant to Him, I too begin ascending.
Whenever I see anyone's genuine smile,
I picture Him and His serenely content face,
For He brings me joy for longer than a while.
As I chant, I see life's something to embrace.
He was calling me through the years.
He sat with me as I cried all my tears.
He was always near by my side,
And now I know it, from the inside.
His face always makes me feel at peace.
He always made my blessings increase.
His essence is growing within my mind,
As I realize to all and myself, I must be kind.
He forgives sins because he understands
All of the differents ways of life in all lands.
He is guiding me now towards the Light,
His essence shall make my soul so bright.
His images, although various, feel familiar,
As though I've known him in past lives prior.
He will be with me my entire life and beyond,
He will gift me a uniquely special bond.
brought up a Christian
we were taught to believe
Jesus is the only true saviour
saved from sin ~ burden we heave
somewhere not far away, another soul
born and brought up in a Hindu household
chants mantras in a tongue incomprehensible
trusts fables endlessly retold ~ delusion takes hold
fierce war of words oft ensues about narrow beliefs
religious fundamentalism is the curse of our age
although Mother Earth does not discriminate
the fire of intolerance continues to rage
if it were not tragic, we would laugh
for simply by thought cessation
ego recedes and pure heart
imbibes God’s vibration
Hindu, Muslim, Christian,
Buddhist, or Jew...
The beliefs seem omnipotent
To all but a few.
Tolerance appears absent,
Among those who dissent.
While dominance over others,
Allows each to resent.
History provides a record,
That can't be denied.
Though humanity hasn't listened,
As if it's petrified.
The spirit burdens love,
By a willingness to accept.
Where common ground is
Demanded, for all to respect.
Those to believe in this unity,
Favor power more than most.
As compromise won't linger on,
Firm adherence to a host.
Billions of souls throughout time,
Have shown we'll never see the same.
Towards those visions of God,
Since he goes by different names.
Dusting through the aisles to the alter, reverend father reflected on the society at war and the many factions that fought over the same god, dust unto dust, he smiled at the neglect of his place of worship.Religion alters how God is perceived and worshipped but not His true identity!
from om* to amen
from azaan* to the iftaar*
flow rivers of faith!
Faith Poetry contest
Regina Riddle sponsored
Written 08/07/2020
Om* The Hindu word for trinity creator, preserver and destroyer - starts with ‘O’ with mouth open signifying creation, the ‘oooh’ sound continues showing preservation and m ends by closing the mouth and the sound - End. The entire universe depicted in that single word
Azaan* is the Muslim call for prayer
Iftaar* is the evening meal with prayer during Ramadan.
Meer Bai (1498-1546) was a Hindu mystic, musician, poet, and saint. She was born to a royal house, but gave up all privilege to live as a beggar, singing of her true love Krishna along the byways and in the marketplace. I have adapted two of her poems, striving as best I might to capture my sense of her person and persona.
I.
I want you to have all that I can provide:
The beauty of my gaze upon you
The grace of my mouth that praises you
The splendor of my strength in your defense
The glory of the scent of musk that is my body
For do we not speak of divine love?
We do.
II.
Never let it be forgotten, my love,
That I will bring to you
All the madness you require
To unfurl yourself
Across this universe.
Whether Jesus comes to hear you pray,
Or the Moon and the Stars show the way.
Whether Buddha sits smiling over all,
Or Allah listens from minarets tall.
Perhaps, Hindu God’s guard your dark nights.
Or Jehovah sees your minorah lights.
The Sky Father may brighten your day,
Earth Mother’s eyes may watch as you play.
No matter the season or the choice.
Know, All Goodness speaks with God’s voice