Love Spiritual Poems | Examples
These Love Spiritual poems are examples of Spiritual poems about Love. These are the best examples of Spiritual Love poems written by international poets.
pretending we are body-mind
we allow web of thoughts to bind
which they do but not for too long
since we are with bliss beats aligned
dance of consciousness is our song
drenched with love taking all along
as this dream unfolds as ordained
where all we sense is bliss beat’s gong
pretending we are a soul stained
in make belief realms we are chained
by our hand that we understand
how light innate may be regained
God looks for real humble people
ones who have deep, reverential hearts
willing to always be obedient
so God would bless them in no small part
The commandments of God are holy and true
keeping them is for our benefit and good
so all our generations would be blessed
all their days when rightly understood
God's discipline is to teach His truth
so you obey all His sayings as you walk
in God's ways, fearfully in reverence
forever learning to walk in godly talk
The requirements of God are fourfold
to love and serve Him in holy fear
walking close by the Lord every day
with a full heart and soul all your years
God is a God rightly to be praised
bowing before Him in reverential fear
bringing our love imperfect as it is
to the lover of our soul who is ever near
Radiance of life reigns around sweet relationship
offered by the great "I am that I am" Creator
as I yield to Him Who is my sovereign Director
midst blessed fellowship along wondrous worship.
Against suffering gloom of frustration-caused pain
I am bouncing back with hope-lit serenity-glow
revived to bloom along abundant blessings' flow
since the great "I am that I am" grants salvation-gain.
Gripped by "I am the way, the truth and the life" creed
surmounting unbelief's stroke that attacks the heart
triumphantly prevailing over weakness' dart
I am keeping the faith, shining with love and kindness' deed.
In her hair, she placed a rose,
so like her own curling petals;
richly red, her eyes deep blue
A sweet lilt musical as heaven.
In her heart from birth she sensed
love as wide and deep, all seas!
And through her life she sought
her God, only for him to please….
She danced over the rough stages
of life, her leaps resounding rhythms.
She sang a sacred healing Light --
though born late, in a dark eve her
unrelenting Irish never gave way
to night.
In purpose to uplift the spirit
I got up and said hey ho
I thought, if you could hear it
You’d likely say, hello
I heard your muffled cough
Through the ajar kitchen door
I dashed to see you, love
I passed the corridor
I popped into the sitting room
And checked the bedroom too
I smelled no Gatineau perfume
I saw no sign of you
It wasn’t a trick of tired mind
I’ve heard your cough, I swear
But you were out of sight
Just when I thought you’re there
Inside a room, or maybe
Out in the pretty wild
My garden on the balcony
It could’ve made you smile.
I knew you when I first met you
I knew you just by looking into your eyes
Your eyes held my attention
Your smile would not let me go
I fell in love with you
Before you even spoke
We sat and talked for hours
Slowly our time was coming to an end
And I didn’t want the afternoon to stop
Because I knew you
And I would be apart again.
Our lives just would not work in this life
My heart was breaking because I knew you
Fate was being cruel to us
We didn’t even stand a chance
As much as we cared for each other
Forces were keeping us apart
No matter how hard we tried
We could not make it work
We had to say goodbye
But I am so glad I knew you
though some hands heal whilst others hurt
bliss of heart continues to spurt
we burn and continue to learn
here and now in mind-body urn
in waters of love as we wade
heart knows soul’s light will never fade
the love we once shared, was by our friend erased ~
ego suffers but our Self remains unfazed
If you look to
the palm of your hand
expecting to see
mansions and roads of
gold, you will be sorely
disappointed – it is a
spiritual truth,
forced to use physical
language
literal interpreters of the
Bible, look more to your
heart, and less to your
head
akin to finding a cure for
love, in a medical journal,
when love only became an
illness, when men started
treating it as a virus or
bacteria – love is never a
weakness nor predator, in fact,
our most faithful protector
and strength!
Becoming better . . . what does that really mean?
Each person on this planet daily is learning.
Learning in school, yes, but mostly from experience.
In becoming better, will you be returning
to the place of light where God wants for you to be?
Make each new dawn the harbinger
of a glorious and beautiful destiny.
Let love be the tune your heartstrings are strumming
so that in death, you’re rebirthed into heaven’s sunrise
as the effervescent spirit you’re becoming.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ this unseen messenger
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ between me and her,
¦¦¦ brings love’s precious merchandise,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ the dew of sighs,
And the ¦¦¦¦¦ gentle thoughts ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Too fragile for the lips to tell,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Who art thou, unseen messenger?
I think, O Angel of the Lord,
You make our hearts ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ sigh for love as deep as ours;
And seek ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
An Eden where the soul may live,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
From thee, O Angel of the Lord.
(Blackout of The Weaver of Souls by George William Russell)
Line of inquiry:
The dream seems real since we don a form,
borrowed from elements of that domain,
but if we simply chose not to conform,
we wake up when desires to rest are lain. - Unseeking Seeker
This ungainly body of flesh and bone
disintegrating slowly year by year . . .
it’s not my physique that I wish to own
once I let go and see new life appear
This shell I wear composed of elements
covers organs, and it must be fed.
It’s not the bearer of my sentiments,
and surely I’ll not miss it when I’m dead.
Unencumbered by this outer shell,
I could be the free translucent me.
I’d float; I’d soar; I’d go where angels dwell.
Embraced by light and love I long to be.
Awed
blest
star-struck
divinely
I’m gripped with hope’s bliss
sublimely glowing from heaven, sparkling bright
midst divine engagement that radiates parents' love…
…engulfing me in their presence, warming my heart, kindling home's bond, always lingering…
…yearning for eternal reunion beyond celestial glory while fulfilling stewardship duties devoid of ephemeral gain…
…upheld by faith’s strength, believing in God’s promise, asserting this Scriptural truth: "And they that be wise shall shine as the brightness of the firmament; and they that turn many to righteousness as the stars for ever and ever."
By
resting
as presence
poised in silence,
pristine awareness
thrives as a gentle hum,
bliss replete, feeling complete,
throbbing as source of love and light,
soul’s pure effulgence that has no name
birthing a tempest which mind cannot tame.
Discarding objects caged in space and time,
our Self is poised at the stillness point,
pure awareness self-referral,
eternal and unchanging,
as a pillar of light,
life unmanifest,
as the I Am
in delight,
we are
bliss.
Reflecting on the day gone by,
we looked after ourself quite well
but paused not for the soul who fell.
Did we do something we decry,
even if an unfriendly look,
at the beggar, who his fist shook?
Atonement begins with a sigh,
simple consciousness correction,
to shift to love our direction.
Our wayward ego must now die,
which means dwelling in cessation,
poised in all time meditation.
A song on our lips, we fly high,
whence grazed by divine magnetism,
igniting our mind-body prism.
Reflecting on the day gone by
Did we do something we decry
Atonement begins with a sigh
Our wayward ego must now die
A song on our lips, we fly high