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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Hym To God, My God In My Sickness
by John Donne
Since I am coming to that holy room,
Where, with thy choir of saints for evermore,
I shall be made thy music; as I come
I tune the instrument here at the door,
And what I must do then, think here before.
Whilst my physicians by their love are grown
Cosmographers, and I their map, who lie
Flat on this bed, that by them may be shown
That this is my south-west discovery,
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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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Heiligehuisjes
by Mario Odekerken
Langs de route verschijnen ze,
onopvallend en heilig tegelijk.
Bloemen in vazen,
kant op tafels,
beelden onder gewelfde doeken
alsof de hemel even afdaalt
tot op straatniveau.
Een stoel,een kruisbeeld,
het zachte kaarslicht
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Final Thoughts
by Alana Alpres
As I stand before the gates of death,
And take my final, trembling breath
I'm filled with fear and deep regret
For all the things I left unsaid
I try to find my way to faith,
But no matter how I pray,
I remain an atheist at heart
A heathen creature with no god,
And now, as death draws near,
I am afraid.
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teach me God, teach him love
by Pilar Moll
you grew up with stories
wine that tasted like iron
and bread from the bone
your romanization of cannibalism should be no shock
you could not only excuse it but worship it
love and hurt are both four letters
and they taught you to count not read
holy and pain look close enough blurred
so punch me with your lips
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Carlo Acutis 02
by Mario Odekerken
A boy with a gaze full of light,
not confined by his time,
but moved by a greater fire.
Between keyboards and sacraments
he saw no conflict,
only bridges.
His days were simple,
yet filled with a longing
for what does not rust.
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Carlo Acutis 01
by Mario Odekerken
Een jongen met een blik vol licht,
niet gevangen door zijn tijd,
maar bewogen door een groter vuur.
Tussen toetsenborden en sacramenten
vond hij geen tegenstelling,
alleen bruggen.
Zijn dagen waren eenvoudig,
maar doordrenkt van verlangen
naar iets wat niet roest.
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Mariakapel Oost-Maarland
by Mario Odekerken
Tussen het groen,
stil langs de weg,
staat zij
met open armen.
Een kaars flikkert,
een hand raakt steen,
woorden worden gedachten,
en stilte wordt gebed.
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No Sacred Cows
by Richard Randolph
Let's throw out all the sacred cows.
Let's start with countries.
No more arbitrary lines in the sand.
And let's throw out religions, too.
No more chosen people, infidels,
pagans, or atheists – just people.
Think what it would mean.
No more religious wars.
No more conflicts about borders.
No more fanatics shooting up abortion clinics.
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