Manna Poems - Poems about Manna

...I like leftovers, especially when it comes to soup. Brought back by popular demand. They say that soup is better after it sits for a few days. Stewing in its juices, mixing time with truths. ......Read the rest...

... demons … the beasts love feasts upon tended like sheep by character and good intention their devious vigor comes in their knowledge of the souls they badger and vex for that blood is of on......Read the rest...

...Jesus would you walk with me To find the true pure Easter egg 12 hours of daylight so we must start early. For, there are many dropping them. On every open corner, one seems to be placed. Not e......Read the rest...

...They write in the language of perfume flowery powdered words all layered colours rising and lowering in different light spectrums as if the reader could discern without wisened translator th......Read the rest...

...He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says unto the churches. To him who overcomes, I will give some of the hidden manna. I will also give him a white stone with a new name written on it......Read the rest...

...On that soon arriving Beama's Holy Judgment Day Will we be facing the Son of Man, very sorry and Afraid? Or will we be jumping up and down, singing And shouting praises to our glorious Heavenly Ki......Read the rest...

..."Let the beauty of what you love be what you do" Rumi Beauty of What We Love In a realm where work is cherished ......Read the rest...

...A mental landscape of shifting sand dunes. an intimation that something may be worth writing, A scrabbling creature crawls bedraggled out from a saturated darkness. A Scarab beetles shadow ta......Read the rest...

...an artesian altar stocks moist manna seized in vast rounds twice arrested sights cascade moment instills reawakening a sheltered reckoning breathes no regrets prepped ascensions ~a......Read the rest...

... A soloist Java Sparrow flits, A cathedral canopy of arched branched leaves, The sparkling daylight dances the vast green space, Moss glut rock form protrudes aground sits, Pews of r......Read the rest...

... Come cover me with taffeta blue and and my cello's hue and let the warmth rub onto you when they join the cotton of my handkerchief Nature's discards in their pure state are put to good use I......Read the rest...

...In this world so full of drama I ventured to see the Dalai Lama, so many problems filled me with dread. He said breathe deep and let it go, from your head down to your toe, and offered me a pie......Read the rest...

...“January brings the snow, makes our feet and fingers glow.” —Sara Coleridge Winter Magic Something wholly bright outside my window. What a sight! Crisp, fallen, new. Oh! ......Read the rest...

...Not Ready Yet Give me just one more day of Christmas jubilee Not ready to let go of Christmas, yet Or stop gathering flecks of stardust Scattered from the Heavens Still reveling in the sweet......Read the rest...

...Mama Martha at Maranatha had been a mama would go to Maranatha they called her Martha Was Martha middle name of Rosalyn Carter? when we ate manna in shape of bannana was in Montana......Read the rest...