Faith Idyll (Idyl) Poems | Examples
These Faith Idyll (Idyl) poems are examples of Idyll (Idyl) poems about Faith. These are the best examples of Idyll (Idyl) Faith poems written by international poets.
Circ’ling down in brilliant whiteness,
Sett’ling here upon the ground;
Blowing now about the bushes,
Making patterns straight and round.
Perfect beauty, perfect whiteness
Now assails my clouded sight;
Spread unbroken o’er the mountains,
Sparkling brightly in the light.
Microscopic detailed order;
No two flakes were e’re the same:
All designed in sep’rate order;
Who this wondrous tho’t can frame?
Who decreed this awesome order,
Who these details tho’t and planned?
Who made clouds to grace the heavens,
Spread the snowflakes with His hand?
Jesus Christ and God the Father,
And the Spirit, three in one,
Planned and formed, decreed and ordered,
Till this blessed deed was done.
North of here
behind the lighted walls
beyond the hills of cloud
and towers of ruin
lies a land of bliss.
In her coffers, dwell
perpetual serenity
clement elements.
Men can only dream
to sieze this paradise.
But its route and path
is jagged and broken.
Even the water,
threatens to swallow
her skirt.
She's been called lost
but still, round the
corner
there may wait a new
road
or secret gate
that opens her warmth
and reveals her
splendour.
Shall we commence,
on this quest of faith?
King that saves out of the lion’s paw
caught up out of the bear’s jaw
Peaceful under the tree of life
Lamb overcame reining above strife
Lost sheep upon shoulders carry
Jesus Spirit seer shall not tarry
coming in glory parting sky
upon white unicorns they fly
The heat hung on the spiders webs
tinsel from tree limbs
taunt between gargantuan boles
the golden hour lay garland on silken floss
with its intrepid arachnid host.
Dream weaver, fate Mother, Earth balancer
She dances.
A minuet brown bit suspending itself
between heaven and earth.
Across immense spans of grassy knolls
where the Cahokia sleep in the mounds of Kings.
She dances.
Dream weaver, fate Mother, Earth balancer
Centering the spinning Earth, the Cosmos…
harmonizing harp home of the Mother
caller of the four corners
She dances.
Gentle woman of masculinity,
Her passion for the above never matched,
A war time hero leading down the path,
Fighting for the righting of all mans’ ways,
A heroine she was that Joan of Arc.
As light peeps through the silent trees
to touch the damp and mossy earth,
the birds pay homage to creation -
singing in sweet jubilation.
While a young fawn grazes peacefully
along the edge of the tranquil valley,
falls an early morning shower -
God in His gentle power.
It is a rain-drenched misty morning
as the dewdrop kisses the blossom;
it is another fresh beginning
as He rules each living thing.
How silent is the dark rain forest
but for beasts crying from the nest,
fishes splashing on crystal water,
wings fluttering above in the air.
Beneath the sky’s great canopy
is this lush garden that I see;
on this new morning that I greet
comes a renewal of my faith.
We, in the heart of midnight, connected,
Charged by electronic parables spun
Through cables and channels of fragile fibre,
Close-knit and ambitious to be as one.
The amethyst drape of coffee shadows,
Heliotrope hands of praying faith
Gathered me in and held me close,
An avid, emotional, passionate wraith.
Devoted, bedazzled I anticipated
Words that hypnotically burn and entrance,
Wings of a dove in the lavender sky,
Soft falling rain from clouds of romance.
I, in the heart of midnight, concluded
Placid in peaceful superlative schemes,
My love is the saviour of hope and salvation,
Guardian of idylls, the keeper of dreams.
he;s a leader
he,s a stealer
he,s fat from taking
what,s not his
he has puppets who do his
dirty work not caring who suffers
he holds his gut and secretly
calls them his faithful
he stole from the wrong one
now he,s roasting in the coals
and his puppets tried and tried
but no matter how hard they cry
the bell now rings
and on his strings they fly