Spirit Poems - Poems about Spirit

O classroom once alive with gentle voices, Where morning greetings bloomed so bright and clear, I leave you now—stripped of certain choices, Unheard, unseen, dismissed through quiet fear. The silence came—a shadow down the hall, Erasing names without a single word. No answer rose to break the rising wall, No hand reached out, no empathy was stirred. The leader’s crown slipped heavy from...

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I can also say that, in my heart, I firmly believe... Since my youth, before bedtime, kneeling on my bare knees, I prayed to God. I prayed that way until I reached the age of 50. From that time onwards, I pray a bit different, but it doesn't matter, the essence is the same, and...

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There's days, my time grows older to darkness My breath as if my last I give for peace Patience, long waited death; time counting the ticks To be or not, the answer to the question Live life thou have had pleasure of its pain, feeling the eternal thirst it beats Soul draws weary the life...

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after “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” by William Wordsworth I wandered weightless as a feather, a muted plume from mourning dove. A tuft afloat in breezy weather connected now to skies above; as long as winds will carry me from over fields and out to sea. My glad esprit more free than birds, detached from mortal...

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Heaven isn’t so far from the present It waits, not for the last breath But for the first breath.. when the story of forever, everlasting, eternity’s beginning when death is a has-been, and the new day, the new way, the new for which we once prayed is commencing, arising to portray what is to be… the poetry of praise the worship of One who...

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Line of inquiry: fact or fiction? what does it mean in actuality, to be touched by spirit? in the prolonged whisper of grace, dewy sweetness, falling like trembling waves across the moments, through the haze misty dreams burning, blessing the shadows with grace breaking through the hesitant embrace peace, comforting the days hope, healing the silence – amazed I feel the beautiful of a...

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Rhythm of soft sand, Rules shaped in grace, not in stone— Trust in sacred rounds, Voices calm the storm ahead, Spirit grows in gentle care. ________________________________________________________________ Author’s Note: In the circle’s gentle turn, kindness guides us and trust unites—each soft whisper holds the power to calm and to grow....

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Q When He revealed about my golden shield on my forehead, what else did the Holy Spirit reveal unto me? A He showed me several pregnant young women about ready to deliver their children first and second He told me that "the pregnant women...

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Spirit of Peace in my spirit, where I sometimes see beyond the darkness, beneath the grief there lives a hope, a light, His love comforting, guiding, reminding me that whatever may come… He abides with me, a faithful friend the wonder of my life, the music who never lets go of my hand, who silences my tears and fears, while leading me to the...

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My soul is lifted out of my mind. In its stead— filled by the Holy Spirit, guided in silence by its breath... like an angry wind held still above a river born of crashing falls, with a tooth that grinds iniquities, and a sacred flame that cooks the soul, the mind, the spirit— to perfection... for the baptism of old me to become a whole...

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Q Does the tribulation start right after the rapture as this writer previously believed? A No, it doesn't, the rapture takes place, Rev. 4:1 and the first seal is not unsealed until Rev. 6:1. "Come and see." And the first white horseman ...

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After The Psalm of Life, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow One need not continue seeking, For that elusive, immortal dream. Our bodies aging, joints creaking, Yet we each have, before unseen... A body that's made of spirit, That breaks forth when this flesh dies! And the grave, we need not fear it; Yes, death will come...

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Q What does the word sin mean? A Think of an archer, shooting an arrow at a target. His arrow hits the target but fails 'to hit the bullseye.' It's often referred to as 'missing the mark.' Q If we don't accept His blood atonement for our sins, who...

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her aged hands smoothed the velveteen cloth a floatie travelled across the upper corner of her right eye was spirit here already? She peered into her crystal ball, quieting herself messages floated into her mind she knew her client would be connected with ancestors if he was not clairvoyant, he would be clairaudient or clairsentient the seasoned soothsayer picked up her tarot...

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Calling the spirit to tell me a spell I need to seek revenge A spell for me Take a piece wood Carve a face A silver chain Wrap chain round and pull side to side Cursing the one you hate ...

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