Religion Poems
The Cathedral Builders
by John Ormond
They climbed on sketchy ladders towards God,
with winch and pulley hoisted hewn rock into heaven,
inhabited the sky with hammers,
defied gravity,
deified stone,
took up God's house to meet him,
and came down to their suppers
and small beer,
every night slept, lay with their smelly wives,
quarrelled and cuffed the children,
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God’s Masterpiece
by Christen Kuikoua
In the morn of days, when time was but young,
God’s gentle hands beheld, creation sung,
With heavenly art, each soul did He mould,
A masterpiece distinct, with roles untold.
For God, a Maker, more than mere mechanic,
Within each heart His love, panoramic,
With tender touch, He shapes every part,
Crafting beauty with a skilled, adoring heart.
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THE CREATOR - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
by alexis karpouzos
Endless in space, living in the eternal motion of Substance, Thou, who wast before the flight of ages, who art impersonal in the three persons of Deity. Spirit present everywhere and indivisible, with no assigned abode and with no cause, whom none could understand as yet, who fills, embraces, creates and preserves everything by the very essence of itself, the One whom we call God.
Though a high intelligence might measure the deep ocean, and count the sands and the rays of planets, for Thee there is no number and no measure; even Spirits of Light, born of Thy Radiance, could not conceive of Thy ways; as soon as the thought dares to lift itself to Thee it is doomed to disappear in thy Greatness, like a moment, passing into eternity.
Thou hast called forth from the abysses of eternity the primordial existence of Chaos; and founded in Thyself this eternity born before the ages. Self-born and radiant, Thou art the light whence all light proceeds. Creating everything in one word, expanding in continually renewed creation, Thou hast been, Thou art, Thou shalt be forever.
Thou containest the chain of beings in Thyself, Thou sustainest it and givest it light. Thou makest the beginning harmonious with the end, and givest life through death. Like streaming and whirling sparks, so are the Suns born from Thee. Like crystals of frost sparkling, moving and shining on a clear frosty morning, so are the stars in the abysses below Thee.
The burning millions of stars stream in the immeasurable space, fulfilling Thy laws, and shedding lifegiving rays. But all these burning torches, and the ardent rocks of crystals, and the boiling hosts of golden waves, and the fiery ether and the totality of all possible shining when compared to Thee will be like night before day.
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Man has no Religion
by Ujjal Mandal
Ujjal Mandal,India
Man has no religion
Like water of rain and ocean,
Enjoy the life you've been given
Like the blooming moon
In the dark night.
O dear, life is twenty steps away
Of tomb, or funeral pyre.
Why people are busy to protect
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Remembering the cross
by Phillip Nine-Mafunga
Pierced were His holy hands
For us, bought He holy lands
Yea, I could be feeble and old
Through Jesus, I know I am bold
On the Cross my story He told
Two thousand years ago, it was wood and nails
Rather than wood and sails
Split he the vast sea of sin
Even the sun blinked in horror seeing what was before unseen.
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THE CREATOR - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
by alexis karpouzos
Endless in space, living in the eternal motion of Substance, Thou, who wast before the flight of ages, who art impersonal in the three persons of Deity. Spirit present everywhere and indivisible, with no assigned abode and with no cause, whom none could understand as yet, who fills, embraces, creates and preserves everything by the very essence of itself, the One whom we call God.
Though a high intelligence might measure the deep ocean, and count the sands and the rays of planets, for Thee there is no number and no measure; even Spirits of Light, born of Thy Radiance, could not conceive of Thy ways; as soon as the thought dares to lift itself to Thee it is doomed to disappear in thy Greatness, like a moment, passing into eternity.
Thou hast called forth from the abysses of eternity the primordial existence of Chaos; and founded in Thyself this eternity born before the ages. Self-born and radiant, Thou art the light whence all light proceeds. Creating everything in one word, expanding in continually renewed creation, Thou hast been, Thou art, Thou shalt be forever.
Thou containest the chain of beings in Thyself, Thou sustainest it and givest it light. Thou makest the beginning harmonious with the end, and givest life through death. Like streaming and whirling sparks, so are the Suns born from Thee. Like crystals of frost sparkling, moving and shining on a clear frosty morning, so are the stars in the abysses below Thee.
The burning millions of stars stream in the immeasurable space, fulfilling Thy laws, and shedding lifegiving rays. But all these burning torches, and the ardent rocks of crystals, and the boiling hosts of golden waves, and the fiery ether and the totality of all possible shining when compared to Thee will be like night before day.
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Love divine
by Phillip Nine-Mafunga
Songs of love divine
Mellow decibels of beauty and peace
Echoes of mercy in the silent vastness
That bottoms off the mountain cliff of His power
Love, all in songs and psalms epitomized
From the Redeemer's Heavenly Throne
In His love's warm embrace, the redeemed snug!
11 April 2021
Phillip Nine Mafunga
Make a decision today
by Phillip Nine-Mafunga
Sitting hear all alone
All quiet with no inspiration
Serenaded by an aroma of soft music
Grooves from lands beyond
Heavy with palatable calmness in the peaceable atmosphere
That allows the mind to travel into the serene vastness
Where there are no thoughts; a frozen state of being
Pause to repose; to regenerate
For such a place like this, many have danced all night, to no avail
For such peace, many have sought it hard, but to no avail
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Zeal of a dying priest
by Phillip Nine-Mafunga
Icicles of years lived hanging so low now
Shadows of the present drawing longer
With toils of priesthood all but sallow
He smiles as he hears sirens from the pearly gates
Imagining the sight of all that he ever preached about
I guess he can hear his sermons a load clearer now
He stretches out to preach his last sermon ‘The beauty of death’
With his loved ones by his side, it was time to bid them farewell.
Godless life is but indeed hollow!
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Remembering the cross
by Phillip Nine-Mafunga
Pierced were His holy hands
For us, bought He holy lands
Yea, I could be feeble and old
Through Jesus, I know I am bold
On the Cross my story He told
Two thousand years ago, it was wood and nails
Rather than wood and sails
Split he the vast sea of sin
Even the sun blinked in horror seeing what was before unseen.
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