Vision Poems - Poems about Vision

By calm childhood's brook, shafts of brash, slanting light shone through a dewy mist. From a stone, there I spied, descending from a thread, dawn's angel from the dark....

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by the spring, in the mist a spider string, dew kissed I saw from my stone chair on its end suspended an angel descended gone with a puff of air ...

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L-ittle E-yes I-'m R-eferring A-lways H-ave D-epth I-n O-nlooker's N-arrowness ©bfa070125 Monocrostic (Birthday of Leirah Dion)...

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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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IN MY DARKEST TIMES, I'VE BEEN ABLE TO FIND PEACE WITHIN MY DARKNESS. I ADJUST TO MY SITUATION, LIKE MY EYES ADJUST TO THE DARK. I MANUEVER AND MAKE MY WAY IN THE DARKNESS, KNOWING IT'S JUST A MATTER OF TIME, FOR THE LIGHT TO ILLUMINATE MY WAY....

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The seeds of imagination, once planted in my mind, now grow a forest—trees with trunks stretching from earth to sky, like the Tower of Babel... yet these seeds rest unconfused in my spirit. Thoughts of greatness turn my dream into a rainbow— beautiful, colorful, and wonderful— a revelation that lifts me onto a well-decorated horse, strutting on a rug laid for royalty and majesty. Without...

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They told me it was clouds, a parable in the sky, but the boy dreamed in gold, and came back with eyes that saw beyond dying. “I saw a throne, and Him that sat on it…” (Revelation 4:2) "My Father’s house has many rooms," (John 14:2) he said, and I imagined doors swinging wide— not mansions, but places where sorrows cannot live. I...

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Let the breath of heaven flow with grace, As the gathering of angels fills this place. Soaring high, both near and wide, His Name, our banner, strength and guide. Refine the oil, let its glow be bright, Let our lives shine with newfound light. The table cleared, a meal prepared, The taste is unknown, yet richly shared. New strength will rise, our souls...

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It could be the shadows you are hearing, Every evening they grow Longer, darker, Until They devour themselves To become the night. We are all shadows shouting As the night approaches Thinking we are fooling the foolish Thinking we were right. Below the surface… Hoping we were right. ...

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The dismal, drizzling midnight and happenstance finds her lost by an empty field with few things left to lose and even fewer shames concealed. She lifts her face to the rain and loses herself to nature's forces. When at last she looks back down; she first sees the ghost horses. Two white ones, one brown...

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Eyes closed in protest— tears blurred the leaving moment I dared not witness....

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June 6 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Job 17-20 Key Verse – Job 19:26 And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God. FAITH IN GOD WHO ALLOWS US TO SEE HIM WITH DIVINE VISION God allows us to see Him with divine vision amidst His...

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Life is a puzzle, piece by piece, Some truths we see, only through a lace, In our hearts, heaven’s vision do start, See the destiny, then play our part. Dare to see the world anew, Like a child with wonder true. Celebrate the rare, embrace the right, Find divine in common sight. Walk with those who lift your soul, Who guide us to...

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dandelion seeds, blowing across the summer’s silence rising up, a full moon – glowing with its music, its poetry singing to the stars with their radiance, sparkling, wistful while autumn thrives in her clearest skies, with tender clouds and the winter breathes her music in flakes who create drifts COLOR MY MOOD Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud Written on May 25,...

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If I watch you closely dose that make me insecure. If you're longing for a lover maybe? My love is to impure. Impleaded fantasy's I'm sick and you're the cure. Materialistic lament, hypercritical that's for sure. Under a blanket of infidelity, obscene and obscured. hearts are devoured, blood thirsty, and I want more. A monster lives inside of me. Indecisions and he not sure, If...

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