Only Just Poems - Poems about Only Just

He Has only Just Begun He has only just begun creating new days whether inside hours or by the river that flows from the throne of the Lamb. He has only just started planning for fresh sunsets in loving hues never witnessed on Heavenly streets or asphalt highways. He has only just started rolling out plans for forests...

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”He is THE Creator, because “Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made” ...

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It comes out of its chamber, Summoned by the evening, It stands on its podium, A lamp for the night, It tells us it’s time to retreat, Rest for a while in the twilight blues, Let go of the burdens of the day, Tomorrow’s city doesn’t want to be overburdened. Sometimes it stands alone, Sometimes it is surrounded by its compatriots, Even in the darkest...

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As long as he was hale and hearty, has not uttered the name of God. Until things went well as per his plan, has not offered prayers to Him. Taking pride in his youthful vigour, and very handsome Cupid figure, has not felt His holy presence. Failing to see Him in every heart, and running after physical pleasures, he whiled away his precious time. Now,...

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After a long sojourn away I returned to God attending mass every day and visiting the chapel betwixt a quiet interlude, blessed silence; Sick and broken lost and afraid I sat there in my pew and opened my heart It wasn't long before my eyes found Him and when they did, the tears flowed...

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Schumann’s resonance rising Magnetism impacting gravity Pores of space begin dilating Admitting within ethereal light Altering reality as we know it Incomprehensible to our mind Outgrowing cocoon of the ego Pristine soul spreads its wings Resting mind, shifting to heart Poised in time stretched calm Wherein one with the universe The drop becomes the ocean Omnipresent in the vast void Inseparable from the all that is The...

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If you’re only a teen, you may carry the weight, Of a past you abhor and a present you hate, You may live in your room, like a temple of doom, But the rest of your day is a book and a broom. Oh, why am I here, oh why am I me, Oh why am I here...

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The chirping of the first bird to which I listen And the first ray of the sun that glistens Are not the beginnings, yet, continuations? Of his caring hand, carrying on its liberation Like untimely drizzling and winged termites Surprises set in with inexplicable delights. Each petal that unfurls from fresh flowers Rays that spread out like rainbow showers Movements of the mind...

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Stoned out of concentration, my eyes stared deep into the padded grey church walls, ambient coloured lights flashed through the tinted windows dancing up the ceilings, and tunes of melodious worship shadowed past my ears. I never wanted a cut on my body. "you have a cyst in both ovaries and it requires prompt surgery." The...

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When might it have started? When did this whole thing start? ‘Beginning’ is too hard a concept, it is too natural a word, It is too common a daily lifestyle that too many cross over it like Butterflies in the midst of summer, like little waves in a pond of Lily leaves. Do you know how...

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"Through the Holy Gospel we are his messengers." Holy Gospels He guides us to show others With his love and understanding. In each of us, He has only just begun. I am a fledgling in His vast universe. As an example of His love and caring I will treat all as I would wish to be treated The power of our Lord...

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He's only just begun to light the flame of my destiny He's only just begun to pull the thorns out of my heart For, his sweet promises, I always remembered Even in dark and stormy weathers He's only just begun to light the darkness of my path And wash away the mist of gray on...

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Gone amiss is the tight white moon whose withheld breath owned a night of penitent voices cast to its homely face. Its passage assures a slumbering world the fading calm bares weight enough that a sole butterfly carry effortlessly to silence. Awake by the faithful whose life restorations into joys embrace with psalms and hymns welcome dawn's golden chariots cheery cherubs championed...

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It started thousands of ages ago, when He had only just begun. His creativetly was beyond all thought, it was just divine. If one looks over the many years, we can see His handy work around every corner. Today, technology is like a run away train, yet He Has Only Just Begun. What will tomorrow bring, one does not know. We need...

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On swift wings, blessed by the light, who pours out the melody, scriptures come to life – in the song, joyful noises, crafted by hope, soothing away the dark, coloring the life in gentle truth, praises poured out, all through the music, songs drifting, on the edge of a heart – rhythmic, beyond the winds, who remember only the showers, the storm who...

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