Spiritual Passion Poems

Don't give them power
I, the fuel to my fire
Can walk out through dark...

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The Lord is my leader, and all life through 
I'll follow Him to the Light and the Truth
Beside tranquil sea His presence I'll seek
Walking in...

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Raised in the church, ingrained in Christian belief 
of confession, repentance, true grief. 
A sinner and ill-behaved
salvation I craved
I’m nervous
saved?
for service?
That journey I braved
confirmed the...

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The Haunting of the Moon


She comes when the Moon is heavy
With wishes from many a maid
Who with passionate longing,
Their dreams upon it laid

She comes when...

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She no longer felt taunted by the race of it all
Could not sit around and watch a life fly by, before her eyes
An unkept promise...

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Religions,
and other strange passions
exotic 
and erotic 
and hypnotic,
are at their healthiest natural
and safe wealthiest spiritual
best

Reconnecting compassion
between yesterday's remembered 
conservational enlightenment
and tomorrow's anticipated 
liberating empowerment
restoring EarthPeace...

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Finding peace in the things I do
So many things not enough time
Aspirations are what I view

Like a mountaineer ready to climb
Motivated by the things my...

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Written: November 23, 2023
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Countless years, continue to construe conflict.
My task is to...

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You cannot surrender
passion
Kill the seeds  
of a new dawn
Silence
a word bespoken 
Or finish
—what can only start

(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)
...

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When dancing Earth's tribal rhythms
natural seasons
light and heavy step
steeped nurturing intent
anxiously dark
anticipating bright
natural exotic music
dancing muse content

While singing deep spiritual
reasons
for light and night,
glad and sad...

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If The Cross Could Talk
Would it tell you how it was made
Every carving and cut that was placed
From top to bottom 
Side to side

Would it...

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Lust is the
ladylike curve
of the Ottoman kilij
that kisses
the jugular vein
of the pagan wanderer,
as he slumbers underneath
the Esfahani opulence of
temptation’s velveteen
Pashmina fleece...

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Poetry is not dead
Poetry will never die
Poets do not lie
Poetry is naturally well-fed
With vibrant poems every second
Of the day to make the soil more fecund
The...

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I've decided it's time to set you free, so I'm giving you your wings, now fly, fly away, and be free.
  I tried so...

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Natural Sacraments

Emerge from what sacred center,
committed to integrity's potential
become more resilient,
and not fragile

More nature-soul evolving
Earth's deepest
widest
longest
roundest
mountainous
dark valleyed sacraments
of light and power.

Gandhi regenerated
humane love lives on
and
inhumane...

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