Worshiper Poems | Examples

A faithful soul

 
Night is darkening
Winds blows by -
Angels are whispering 
Than the Worshiper begins to cry .

He Rules in Splendor

He knows his splendor
would be too much
to take in all at once,
and so he announces his coming
by revealing little bits of himself...

A sun drenched tree in the distance
a building all lit up in his glory,
the windows ablaze with fire
Little by little, he creeps closer and closer
to where I stand watering the lawn.

Not wanting to overwhelm me,
he creeps up from behind
and I feel his touch
on the nape of my neck.
Enveloped by warmth, I turn around
for my kiss.
Oh, what sweet delicious bliss

He then continues on his way
taking control of the sky,
exuding his authority
by turning everything in his path
to pure gold.

Slowly, but surely...
he subjugates everything he touches
till he reaches his zenith in the sky,
and is the supreme ruler of life.

This I know, and of this I am certain
that I am and will always be
a worshiper of the sun!

Eileen Manassian

The Away

I do not speak their words.
They're full of clichés and ideas that will never truly form.
I have tried to bend my tongue that way,
But it twists and turns and limbos.

I know too little of their songs,
And I am a worshiper of familiar music that plays over and over and over.
The talker on the radio speaks for whatever—
I will never hear him again.

I am afraid of their prayers.
I cannot worship mine with foreign words.
Their cries carry nothing; there goes my empathy.
I am not from here.

I know something of my own,
And it is the language of people,
A people that walk and talk and cry and die.
My language does not break my lip.

Mine does not glimmer,
No million expressions; but has enough to convey a scream.
It bears with it an understanding of danger and desire.
It is easy because it knows something of difficulty.

Ode Against a Grecian Urn

If all you need to ask, "Is beauty truth?"
It isn't much you need to know on earth.
It's less than what appraisers say it's worth,
This jar with frieze depicting frozen youth.

Curators and collectors both agree
If forged or stolen, sold dishonestly
Museum art debased on pedestals
Makes hiding art seem safely tenable.

It may be better beauty be destroyed.
A little worshiper of idols still
Resides inside and ever, always will
Until we're much less worldly employed.

While thirsty an ascetic often thinks
Urns beautiful when everybody drinks.

    (8/29/22)

The Conversion

Where there had been laughter, sparkling tears
Kissing naked hearts with shadows, clinging fears

Dreams silenced by the darkness, quiet despair
Erasing all the light within, doubt beyond compare

Echoes of grace and mercy, breathlessly listening
Lifting the obscurity, inspirations flowing, glistening

Whispers pleading for new beginnings, the unveiling
Satisfaction rubbing away the worries, belief prevailing

Serenity sighs through the spirit, jubilantly singing
Dispelling the tears and fears, reprieve is ringing

Where there had been uncertainty and misgiving
His sweet grace dispels skepticism with thanksgiving

When Jesus colors hearts in hues of dancing praise
He reminds the worshiper that His love will amaze

Listen to the breath of hope pouring out on those
Who know He is the One who from death arose!

Dearly-Beloved

Dearly loved; 
Beloved-
 you are dear to the heart of God you are loved; 
Ever are we I am you are;
Beautiful-
Wonderfully made; 
You are I am we are polish vessel ; 
Hybrid cascade;
Filled with purest Waters of Heaven;
 I am chosen I am; 
Beloved-
 I am dear;
Loved revered;
 I am valued I am prized sincere;
I am loved;
Just a man, a happen stance;
Qualified;
Opened eye my heart sees,
 God's plan I sit at the Father's feet; 
His fragrant frankincense myrrth, so sweet;
 Dearest one, dearest heart sweet admired;
 Precious darling fellow worshiper of God's desire; 
You are adorned forever more;
Revered cherished I honor; 
Beloved -
That, that you are my heart's darling;
 Sweet than the purest rains, Heaven drops;
You are God's heart darling;
 Beloved -??

7/15/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022

Toad In the Hole

Though I'm ugly and I'm old,
And I'm fat and I'm bald,
And I'm grey and I'm cold;
I've still a story to be told …

I've never been a handsome prince
As far as I can tell;
Unless I lost my memory
During a witch’s evil spell!

I started my spawned life in a pond,
In that valley, there beyond,
I haven't always been a 'toad-in-the-hole',
I was once, a cute tadpole,
Hmmmn … those were the days.

I'm a source of fear for superstitious folk
The hapless butt of many a joke,
I'm not endearing, or the least bit cute,
With all the charm of a hob-nail-boot. 

I’m not a worshiper of the sun,
My warty skin preferring it dank,
So I make my home in a shaded hole,
In a man-made stone hedge, or a bank.

You might think that I'm between
A rock and a hard place,
That I've got my back to the wall,
But it's me that's never worked,
Paid tax or had a mortgage,
And never had to go to school!

Worshiper Exalter

I'm your exalter
what do you have with you  dear
 body or  altar ?

Sunday Morning Sun

I looked out my front door this early morning Sunday
I felt a warmth from the gentle heat of the sun's rays
She's big and strong and will usually have her own way
In my region, she starts cooking in the month of may
She's appointed by God to rule over the day
She's under His control; no need for dismay
Like each of us, she has her need to have her say
No need to worry about anything being in disarray
She is unlike humans who often roam and go astray
She nurishes us faithfully with nutrients never saying nay                                 
We on earth are divinely spaced so all will be well and okay 
Many like to bath in her on river banks. bays, and ocean beaches,
And joyful children will run. Jump. Skip, hop, and laugh while they play
At times the clouds will turn to  gray and block her sway, or storms will hinder her stay, but we can always count on her to return with a smile saying hello and hey.  Like all the universe in God's Great Domain, She's also a worshiper as God
Has ordaoned. She worships everyday as should we, not just on Sunday
Mornings.

061420cj

Dead Lock

During the deciduous winter
The little ones have come
They sing sweetly
I hear it with great anguish
The fact that you are not with me bothers me
If I had another birth I would see you again
Desire to make dyes
The canvas is empty
Thoughts always see death
Like a life of innocence
The colors fade
Love as a spike full of colours
Music as words
Even the dear hand touch was a sweet treat
You are a worshiper who does not know anything
Desperate to see forever
One word became pain
A look turned into horror
You have become a favorite within me
Love the pictures
Or the fondness for the missing picture

Falsity

Fittingly hallowed gods must intrinsic majesty hold.
Even before deities invoked weigh the caller's case,
The deity's potent title should alone spell the balm,
And tint with nourishing grace the supplicant's face. 

Woe justly betides gods modelled by mortal skill,
Conjured to define the worshiper's creative spans.  
True deity outdoes their adherent's most avid drill,
And defeats most faithful admirers' keenest scans. 

If while engaged they varied ethereal trends display,
But when left alone they silent and unbothered stay;
You already got there a freaking raw deal indeed:
You're the mighty guy your own-made gods need! 

The worshiped must by heart the worshiper know,
And both will ever commune as if by infallible law.
It’s the supreme being mightily seeking the follower,
Who grasps it well and submits to the bigger power. 

It’s a fake god if it bends to suit whimsical desire, 
Or at once plays into your infinite imaginative fire!

Satan Worshipers

Do not use me to feel good about yourself.
For I wasn't the one who made you feel low.
Do not use my son to feel good about yourself.
From having your malpractice freaks to do malpractice on me and my son.
That only make you become lower than dirt.
For yourself esteem is that low of course.
So you cheat, to make yourself feel like you're somebody.
You only prove me right that you are nothing but Satan image.
For everything you do that's what he was doing growing up by his side.
You went from being a worthy cause of human race.
Now every time I look at you I see nothing but disgrace they have turned you to.
You are now part of Satan clan soon I can tell you going to be his next worshiper he was a nothing and always will be.
Do not use me to feel good about yourself.
For it only shows that you are truly a nothing.
Who can't even feel good about yourself on your own.
Not even your future can save you for it's as low as you.

Fallen Spear

Something bout to happen
The atmosphere is change
Cosmos negates erupts rage
The like of angels madden

Lightening falls from heavens skies
Angel brethren watch from near by
The most beautiful man alive
Angel fair Lucifer 

Attitude changed from
admirer
worshiper
justifier
jealous
unacknowledger
rebelliouser
up riser

Lightening falls from heavens skies
Angel brethren watch from near by
This the story of.......
The most beautiful man alive
Angel fair Lucifer 



7/31/18
written  words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018

Heaven--Home Everyone All Very Admirably Everyone Nations All

HEAVEN---


H----Home for the worshiper of God

E----Everyone is welcome

A----All in submission rejoicing and praising

V----Very admirably

E----Everyone on one accord

N----Nations all rejoicing acknowledging, following, worshiping God




5/19/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018

Morning

The seat of life remembers it's first home,
that place of the heart
where authentic breakfast fare
appeared like magic
in the  morning light,
the aromatic smells 
gliding like a magic carpet made of the finest silk
up the wooden staircase and round,
round that old familiar corner
to the room of long ago,
where outside the bright pink rhododendron
burst forth it's flashy blooming self, while robins commenced their spring symphony
and I, 
a worshiper of all things living,
was held tight in a ten year old body
that trusted all life in the vision of springtime out that curtained window.

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