Journey Spiritual Poems | Examples
These Journey Spiritual poems are examples of Spiritual poems about Journey. These are the best examples of Spiritual Journey poems written by international poets.
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whispers carried on the wind,
a rustling of leaves,
a bird’s fleeting song~
all guiding me east, always east.
the soles of my boots,
worn thin,
mirror the thinning veil,
the one between here
and… elsewhere.
each sunrise brings a fresh baptism,
washing away the dust of doubt,
the clinging tendrils
of yesterday's fear.
I carry no map, only a compass
that spins wildly,
then stills,
pointing inward.
The light, they say,
is not a destination,
but a state of being,
a resonance within one’s soul.
so I wander, not lost, but guided,
by the echo of a forgotten prayer,
the promise of a light
that already knows me.
and with each step,
the distance dissolves,
and I am
closer to home.
Where is it we are heading
If not where we began,
But when we arrive
There is now a difference.
Hamsters on their wheel
Are always striving and always arriving
Since clearly the journey is the goal.
And yet there must be some goal
Held in sight, some vision to pull us
As we run round and round
Otherwise we would simply stop,
And, if truly a hamster,
Eat some of the roses.
(9/18/25)
I have walked the hallways
where minutes gnash like teeth,
each second a pebble pressed
into the jaw of memory.
The air tastes of iron--
memory’s rust,
old prayers swallowed
before they ever touched the light
Yet still - I carry my candle
into the jaw’s dark cavern,
its flame a soft rebellion
against the grindstone silence.
Soft laughter rests in the cracks,
like seeds grabbed
into the frozen earth,
waiting for the frost to release them,
for spring to rise
from winter’s quiet.
I move onward,
not a hostage,
but marrow unbroken,
a hymn rising
through bone and enamel,
singing until the jaw
yields to the light.
(“The Longest Journey”, 2020, original encaustic)
Kumbaya Mylord
I am tired of the hate
I am tired of the divide
And so I do what I can
And begin the longest journey
With a single step, again.
(9/16/25)
2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 16 Contest //Sponsored by: Mark Toney
( 7th Place )
Written: September 12, 2025
She walked through nights no one noticed
feet heavy, heart heavier.
The silence of the world felt overwhelming.
as if kindness had disappeared.
Then, without warning
someone reached for her...
steady, warm, unexpected.
The road behind her remained,
but she could finally move forward.
For nights she had slipped alone
masking grief with pale smiles
hiding pieces of herself -
that no stranger would ever see.
Her legs ached,
her body protested
and still she whispered:
"this journey is mine alone."
She found a quiet strength,
somewhere along the way.
As she moved forward,
she held one quiet truth:
even when the night is long,
even in the darkest times...
kindness finds its path.
A simple act of care can break through
the darkness,
and the light of a new day comes,
no matter how long the night.
When she finally stops,
she lifts her face to the sun
and carries one truth:
between falling and standing,
she found him...
and the light he gave her
will walk with her forever.
"Sometimes the smallest act of kindness becomes the brightest light along our darkest road."
He is one in a million--
a hand that reached out
when the world was silent,
and when kindness was rare.
Reg(Rej), though we have never met,
I feel your goodness
in the way it touched my path.
When I had nowhere to go,
you were there...
proof that the Lord sends hearts
to lift the fallen when hope runs thin!
For twenty-one nights, I walked alone
smiling at strangers…
never letting them see the weight I carried.
My knees ached,
my feet swollen,
my body trembling on the edge of collapse.
And still I told myself:
no one could run this race for me.
So I pressed forward
clutching courage in the dark,
holding on to the feeble flame of hope
that someone, somewhere
would understand without judgment.
Then came you...
A quiet proof that mercy endures,
that kindness still weaves its way through the dark
and even when the night is heaviest,
daylight will arrive.
When I finally reach my destination..
I will turn my face to the sun
and keep this treasure close:
that somewhere along the way home,
I found you...
and kept you in my heart.
Come back to the refuge; Lets take a trip inside. No shadow can see you here, the perfect place to hide. Come back to the refuge, the largest space of all. Theres room for all your hopes and dreams, so you can bring them all. Come back to the refuge, there's power you can find; Silence is the kingdom, lost somewhere behind your mind. Come back to the refuge, the great ones wait for you; Through white light to fields of green, and skies the bluest blue; Come back to the refuge, I know its been a while; But time's a lie so please dont sigh, just come back with a smile! Come back to the refuge, do you still know the way? Let go of thinking without any effort, and sit like that all day. Come back to the refuge, put down those heavy bags! The present is a gift, it doesnt matter how its wrapped. Come back to the refuge, the journey is alone; But once your near, youl feel me here; because the refuge is my home... Signed - HIGHER SELF.
Take initiative go to the light where the force of darkness ends
A flame needs its kindled source as a sparking awareness mends
Our enlightened energy wrapped in an array of cavernous colors
Ribboned radiant impressions given in vast deepest depths squalors
A shadow self may live dormant and await unveiling the chaos within
When it has become an unbearable journey to live in your own skin
Opaque indigo stones skim over shallow waters in an empty well
Stratas rock labyrinths chiseled lies of neglect in a nautilus shell
Warm sorrel ribbon evokes sympathy in a disparaged tale of woe
A sorbet of violet, green, and tangerine conjure a melodious flow
What is truly a wellspring of a healing rainbow palette renders
We find the key to unlocking magic embers in dormant chambers
Dank darkness may lead us astray from individuality and truth
Take initiative, find the light of all brightest light reaching for you
(“The Longest Journey”, 2020, original encaustic)
All That We Dream
When George Harrison sang,
“Yesterday, today was tomorrow
And tomorrow, today will be yesterday”
He was making a simple observation
On the nature of Life as a flow
We attach our momentary labels of time.
But he could also have said this applies
To all of us simultaneously in the flow
While attaching those labels as if outside,
And that this simple shift in perspective
Is the key to liberation, at least
From the burdens of this Life’s stress and strains.
Each day we do things
And when they are done, tomorrow or the next,
We are not the same person who did them.
The beauty of this is the one planning
Is never the same as the one executing
Nor the one enjoying the result.
So plan away, aim for the stars
Take that step, take the baton
On the endless journey
The endless stream of doing
As time and being flow together
Effortlessly accomplishing all that we dream.
(9/5/25)
As we travel on our journey
Life is not a bed of roses
While traveling on the way
You can smell the scent of roses
To make us more forceful
In doing what is good in life
Settling to overcome the fire
Reflecting life from within.
Like a time bomb ready to explode
What be a man except what is washed away
Like a wave beats the ocean sands
Change of time can change whole man
Soul in search of itself what does it see
Despair of a journey that makes his strength
Or the demise of life he finds his grave
It is of the heart beats our breath
Spiritual being like all species with purpose
What is beauty that love does not exist
What is a man if not themselves thrive to be
Is one not dead in their depths darkness appears
Battle of good vs evil which you choose
Lost in misty fog, what light be your inspiration
Belief to his existence finds trouble trails
But he gives not up his strive to breathe
Reaching in, ticking man; just a second of a gasp
Awakening, sea of stars filled with dreams
Light on the waters beneath moonlight beam
Heavens open door shinning light from within
Ti cerco, watching behind dark eyes sleeping
Jesus keep me near the cross my cries
I'm just a man whose time is ticking away
I reincarnated into this life to calmly observe.
I am also here to experience what I deserve.
I am still on this journey learning just whom and how I shall serve.
In the hollow hours before dawn,
when shadows stretch like grasping hands,
I search through rooms I’ve always known
for something I can’t understand.
The mirror holds a stranger’s face,
familiar yet somehow untrue—
eyes that once held fire and grace
now stare back empty, cold, and blue.
I walk through days like sleepwalking,
my footsteps echo on the ground,
the world around me keeps on talking
but I can’t hear a single sound.
Where did it go, that spark within?
That light that made the darkness flee?
Was it lost to doubt or sin,
or did it simply tire of me?
I trace the paths I used to know,
through gardens where I once found peace,
but every flower seems to bow
as if to mourn what won’t release.
The books speak words I cannot feel,
the music plays but doesn’t sing,
and nothing left feels wholly real—
I am the shell of everything.
Yet in the deepest, darkest night,
when hope seems just a fading dream,
sometimes I glimpse a distant light,
a whisper of what I have been.
Perhaps the soul is never lost,
just buried beneath the weight of days,
and though the journey bears a cost,
it waits for us in hidden ways.
My Song Two Poetry Contest //Sponsored by: Jerry T Curtis
( Ist Place )
Written: August 25, 2025
verse 1:
the night is long and the road is wide,
i've stepped through dark, side by side.
yet in the darkness- a voice has grown,
a gentle call to take me home.
chorus:
take me home, where the light will stay,
through every storm, you will lead my way
when all is gone, and I stand alone,
your love will rise to take me home.
verse 2:
the world may melt, the years may bend
but love outlives the bitter end.
no fright, no night, no tomb of stone
can split the song that takes me home.
chorus:
take me home, where the light will stay,
through every storm, you will lead my way
when all is gone, and I stand alone,
your love will rise to take me home...
Across the space of desolation,
enfolding the desert of existence
where instead of thornbush
the Holy Spirit grows juniper,
the journey in the labyrinth of torment
is to reach the oasis of bliss,
from where He calls to come to the waters.
I travel from the abyss of despair
on the blessed inward journey
through the layers of consciousness,
perceive the radiance of the divine beacon
in the sanctum of the devout soul,
illumining the corridor to the abode of peace.
The portals of the inner domain then open,
where for me God blooms the piety lotus,
suffused with the gleam of His grace.
Insightful of the benevolence of God,
my soul shines with ethereal radiance
like the flaring brilliance of a billion suns
in the infinite depth of the inner space.
In my self-searching spiritual odyssey
toward the edge of enlightened eternity,
I perceive His gracious support,
making me glow in the galaxy of acumen,
turning me into a living light.