Beautiful Religious Poems | Examples
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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.
Like cherry blossoms in the spring
the leaves of autumn loosely cling
upon the drab, dark brownish bark
creating contrasts, stunning, stark.
As autumn leaves descend in droves
upon the earth like manna loaves
they blanket her with a patchwork quilt
like muddy waters settle silt.
The autumn leaves of various hues
oh, how they, our senses schmooze.
The yellow, brown, orange, and red
delight our sight before they’re shed.
Who would believe that dying leaves
could such enchanting magic cleave.
What a parable! Beauty in death,
'Tis how God views His saints’ last breath.
In the shadows of the night
Appearing is a sudden burst of Light.
The birth of Love has come to this Earth
In a stable where life gathers around this birth.
Joyful shepherds gather their flock to see.
Wondering what all this loving joy could be.
Beautiful Loving Angels came down to sing.
That Hope and Love has come as bells start to ring.
Mother cuddles her dearest child so tenderly.
As Father shows his precious son for all see.
Light has guided the wise kings to the manager.
They were welcomed as family not as strangers.
A hush of joy echoed into the night.
The world was at peace in this glorious light.
It knew that the Birth would bring in salvation.
All of Heaven and earth rejoice in love and celebration.
The bright world of Heaven is beyond the golden sea's horizon.
Where darkened clouds are outlining silhouettes of many lakes.
Heaven's world of light indeed beyond human comprehension.
When my life
Is filled with grief
When I question
my belief
Peace River
come to me
Flow from heaven
set me free
From on high
to dark valley
Crystal pure
a gift from Thee
Give me rest
from my toil
Nourish flowers
Feed parched soil
Peace River
sooth my eyes
A remedy
for earthly lies
Living water
brings me rest
A gift from God
that’s truly blessed.
Look into my eyes
There you will see
That river flows
inside of me.
Pretty blue sky change
just as the sun is leaving
Peace of believing
Bees return from day's searching
still butterflies under moon
Blooms closing petals
Lustrous fireflies are dreaming
Starlit muted hues
Birds will issue a warning
At cherry sun of morning
The sky is well-lighted with bright stars
The streets are littered with shiny cars
The motorists are playing Xmas carols
The children are excited ‘cause Mr. Claus
Papa Noel is coming in person tonight
To bring toys to boys who did not fight
This year and gifts to girls and gals
Who have been good all year long
Let's sing along, let's sing this song
Peace to the World, Love to the Universe
Like Nat King Cole; there is no need to rehearse.
Copyright © December,2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
The night was clear and cool, and I lay gazing at the stars,
the grass, fresh cut, felt damp beneath my head
Soon, through the darkness, I could see the glowing isobars
that tie mankind to heaven, like gold thread
I saw each light - just like each man - was beautiful and flawed
and though they faded as the new day dawned,
I'd seen in them,
in us,
in ALL,
the boundless love of God
and I no longer fear what lies beyond...
source of every grace
alive long before its birth
deep green blooming church
Music soars in glow of Sunday air,
These days, never a rare affair;
For heaven's door is ever open-
For the sinners, always hopin'!
Softly goes the scented breeze,
That welcomes gradual honeybees;
In the warm stillness of the day,
Honeyed voices and organ convey!
In raptures of the dreamy summer,
Come songs of soloist and drummer,
In devout and lush praise of God,
And larks tweet as though to laud.
Then the minister's mellow voice,
Informs all that there is a choice,
And this is so dramatically true,
As sun's nearness at bloom's debut!
And the soldiers are now sleeping,
And so the devil is now weeping,
To hear sweet sounds of devotion,
From the heart's most pure emotion!
Jesus didn’t put up any defence's when he got nailed upon the cross
He just said forgive them, for they know not what they do, their loss
Raindrops on the rosebud,
And battlefields of blood,
And earth and sky in darkness,
And house and hill sparkless.
And shadow in the meadow,
And violets down below;
And birds sing to wood and dale
Of a recurring love tale!
The world yet is sleeping,
The ivy yet is creeping;
Soon awake dreaming land,
For redemption is at hand!
And petals soon open wide,
In the heat of morningtide!
And soldiers return anon,
Earth's battle wounds gone!
The brilliancy come at last!
And all sorrows in the past.
And joys of all things good--
Christ returns--He said He would!
Refrain:
Oh, Show me the way I must Go, Dear Lord.
Oh, won't you show me the way I must go.
I've been here a little while, now show me the
way I must go.
When I first came here, Lord
You said I'd be here a little while.
Now, I'm afraid I've been here a little too long.
So show me the way I must go now.
Show me the way I must go.
THE GATHERING OF THE GLOW WORMS . . .
All the glow worms have gathered in a circle in the darkness of the night
Looking every bit like an angel’s halo - what a spectacular heavenly sight
While gracefully swaying and singing to that amazing song of “Hallelujah”
All heads held high as though as to direct to their lord with their epistula
No such a rarer sight could one ever hope to see and their melody befall
As the glow worms embraced and rejoiced together in their heavenly call
“Hallelujah - Hallelujah - Hallelujah” . . .
Indiana Shaw . . . : )
"Epistula" - Latin for - Missive - Message - Letter . . .
God says to love your enemies that are perverse,
And bless them that hate you and wish you the worst.
If you offer your love instead, God will hear your humble cry,
As he prepares a mansion for you in the sky.
God sends the sun to rise on the evil as well as good.
He sends the rain on the perfect and the misunderstood.
Let your light shine before men, showing a pure heart since birth,
And glorify your Father in heaven on this cruel earth.