Heavy with thoughts that abort sleep
My mind goes on a pilgrimage to the sky
The view from above makes heaven cry
The earth is plagued with despotic souls
And altars of different creeds are soaked
With the blood of innocent worshippers
Spilled in mortal conflict in defence of God
Their ancestors did not serve and who
They have no knowledge of
But claim monopoly over
So, they seek to invoke lightening and
Draw rain of misfortune upon all
Who will not beseech Divinity as they do
Or believe their half-borrowed beliefs
That deify robed beings on the rostrum
And abhor supplication made in solitude
And broadcast water offered the thirsty
Or rags put on the backs of the destitute
In concealing their sumptuous abstinence
Their faces resemble those of mourners
They profess compassion but will drive
Seared iron through penitent reprobates
Declaring them undeserving of mercy
Intoxicated in pious conceit
They seek to cause pain because
They possess the power to hurt
I too have read from the books they wield
The letters do not preach hate for neighbour
Categories:
unbelieving, devotion, religion, religious, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
They are a number of believers in God
but do we really believe as we say?
what do we do when trouble comes?
go to God or just act like lumps of clay
God has provided all the very means
to live for Him with faith and vigour
but so often faith is lacking so very short
His promises we forget, doubts get bigger
remember God wants for us His best
for He gave His Son to be our substitute
Jesus took on our sin paying its price
so we receive the ultimate fruit
God calls us to believe His word
all of His word every little line
our problems all start with unbelief
for God is love this shows His sign
So work hard upon our heart
keep it tender and open to His call
He will draw near in a still small voice
the Lord Himself shows His love to all
('Know beyond all shadow of a doubt, that you are loved unconditionally' - Anon.)
Categories:
unbelieving, god, heart, love,
Form: Rhyme
Be walking in step with your God
living daily along the Christian way
becoming like the average Christian soul
I will follow Jesus as they say
Beware of the enemies subtle tricks
seeking to trip you up face down
sowing that seed as he did Eve
doubting God's word makes one frown
Remember words from the Hebrews writer
to beware of evil unbelieving heart
that makes you to fall spiritually short
fearing God's rest closed after the start
God's call is to keep on believing
no matter Satan or self's own voice
put on Christ in all His person
giving good reason to forever rejoice
So guard your heart believing
be engrossed in divine holy writ
reject all who deny God's truth
proving yourself fully heavenly fit
(Take care, brothers, lest there be in any of you an evil, unbelieving heart, leading you to fall away from the living God.') Hebrews 3: 12 (esv)
Categories:
unbelieving, evil, heart, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Today gives me an ethernal hurting
of the raging night, my moon had crashed
on the wings of flamingoes
While saying farewell to crying winds of the
creek when waves slapping sideways on crazy
shores of silence, another watchman of sweets.
Impared longing till it starts burning
under the eyes, so I am the priest and I am the god
of wasteland incisible in drifting dust
Of voicelessness on the doors of schizophrenia
in order to stay dane amist the freedom of violence
of uncaught heydays of drag queens in transgender
Era of dragons and quivering flash of tempers
between breasts of hills in a green sky it would
be sleepless mystry of gullible hounds
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
unbelieving, art, longing,
Form: ABC
unbelieving eyes
glued to surreal images
death and destruction
and an ashen aftermath
terrorism had hit home
For Carolyn Devonshire's
"Remembering 9/11 Poetry Contest"
Categories:
unbelieving, history, loss,
Form: Tanka
Today gives me an ethernal hurting
of the raging night, my moon had crashed
on the wings of flamingoes
While saying farewell to crying winds of the
creek when waves slapping sideways on crazy
shores of silence, another watchman of sweets.
Impared longing till it starts burning
under the eyes, so I am the priest and I am the god
of wasteland incisible in drifting dust
Of voicelessness on the doors of schizophrenia
in order to stay dane amist the freedom of violence
of uncaught heydays of drag queens in transgender
Era of dragons and quivering flash of tempers
between breasts of hills in a green sky it would
be sleepless mystry of gullible hounds
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
unbelieving, artlonging,
Form: I do not know?