Religion Poems
After death - Alexis karpouzos
by alexis karpouzos
After death,
I will not be gone—
I will be wind, touching your skin,
I will be silence, deep within.
The body fades, the name dissolves,
But the soul—
The soul returns to the rhythm of stars,
To the breath before beginnings,
To the light that dreams all forms.
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Continue readingGod’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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After Church
by Jim Kelly
Do you know?
Faith can be a costume,
worn bright on Sunday morning,
folded away by nightfall.
Crosses swing from chains,
Bibles rest in polished hands,
voices rise in ritual chorus—
but the truest hymn begins
when the music stops.
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Continue readingAfter Church
by Jim Kelly
Do you know?
Faith can be a costume,
worn bright on Sunday morning,
folded away by nightfall.
Crosses swing from chains,
Bibles rest in polished hands,
voices rise in ritual chorus—
but the truest hymn begins
when the music stops.
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The end of certainty - Alexis karpouzos
by alexis karpouzos
The end of certainty is not the end of the world,
but the dawn of a deeper vision.
We believed the earth was solid, the heavens unshaken,
the laws eternal and unmoving.
Yet beneath every stone lies movement,
within every silence—an echo of change.
Certainty was our shelter,
but also our prison.
It closed the doors of imagination,
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Continue readingDie tanzenden Nonnen
by Mario Odekerken
Sie tanzten
in Stille
über Marmorböden,
so leicht,
als hätte die Schwerkraft sie vergessen.
Unter den Schleiern keine Geheimnisse
--
nur Augen,
die mehr wussten,als sie sagten.
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The dancing Nuns
by Mario Odekerken
They danced
in silence
across marble floors,
feet so light
it seemed gravity had forgotten them.
Beneath their veils,no secrets-
only eyes
that knew more than they spoke.
No music,
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