Spirituality Poems
Righteous
by Michael R. Burch
These are poems about love and spirituality. Is love the highest form of spirituality? The evangelist Paul thought so in his epiphany on Divine Love in 1 Corinthians 13.
Righteous
by Michael R. Burch
Come to me tonight
in the twilight, O, and the full moon rising,
spectral and ancient, will mutter a prayer.
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Love
by Tim Hager
There’s nothing love needs
Love is absolutely complete
Love loves for the sake of love
And love holds you in your defeat
Love doesn’t know the word “no”
Love doesn’t recognize your ego
Like light dissolves darkness
So love gently dismantles you
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The Tear of the Archangel Michael
by drake brown
Michael turned down to look upon the faces of humanity, stricken with grief.
For he saw not only the man, but the woman, the daughter.
Flowing and dancing in the waist high grass that dances alongside her, as much stars as she is the earth. Unaware of what she is dancing into.
The brother, his eyes scrunched together imitating the anxieties of society as he focuses on the task of good and evil. He must prevail, he has seen what happens to men when they fail.
The mother, looks up from her book to see her children no longer around her in love. Feeling the sudden heartbreak she always ran away from.
The father, pulled out his own eyes long ago, stumbling blind for years because he was made powerless by a world he doesn’t understand.
# The Sun and the Night
The sun, who continuously pours out all the light it has, is a continuous shining beacon for all.
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When I Was Small, I Grew
by Michael R. Burch
These are heretical poems about God, religion, the Bible and the Christian religion.
When I Was Small, I Grew
by Michael R. Burch
When I was small,
God held me in thrall:
Yes, He was my All
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I Loved The Love - Alexis Karpouzos
by alexis karpouzos
I loved the love and i still love of it,
because it's a light break in endless darkness,
the lake that awaits you on the desert,
the rose that cannot wither,
the warm nest of birds.
Love, between hello and goodbye
we never are alone.
AT THE END OF TIME - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
by alexis karpouzos
I know that our efforts all come to nothing. Analyze life, tear its trappings off, lay it bare with thought, with logic, with philosophy, and its emptiness is revealed as a bottomless pit; its nothingness frankly confesses to nothingness, and Despair comes to perch in the soulI know the end of us all is nothing, I know that at the end of Time, the reward of our toil will be nothing — and again nothing. I know that all our handiwork and all our ideas will be destroyed. I know that not even ash will be left from the fires that consume us. I know that our ideals, even those we achieve, will vanish in the eternal darkness of oblivion and final non-being. There is no hope, none, in my heart. I know, No promise, none, can I make to myself and to others. No recompense can I expect for my labors. No fruit will be born of my thoughts. I know the time — eternal seducer of all men, eternal cause of all effects — offers me nothing but the blank prospect of annihilation. So, my dignity is broken and weak, in recognition of my impending defeat.
The man who is alone, who stands on his own feet, who is stripped bare, who asks for nothing and wants nothing, who has reached the apex of disinterestedness not through blind renunciation but through excess of clear vision, turns to the world which stretches out before him as a burned prairie, as a devastated city — a world in which no churches, asylums, refuges, ideals, are left — and says: «Though you promise me nothing I am still with you, I am still an atom of your energies, my work is part of your work; I am your companion and your mirror as you march on your merciless way. But I owe nothing to any one. I would be responsible to freedom alone.
When I Was Small, I Grew
by Michael R. Burch
These are heretical poems about God, religion, the Bible and the Christian religion.
When I Was Small, I Grew
by Michael R. Burch
When I was small,
God held me in thrall:
Yes, He was my All
......
Righteous
by Michael R. Burch
These are poems about love and spirituality. Is love the highest form of spirituality? The evangelist Paul thought so in his epiphany on Divine Love in 1 Corinthians 13.
Righteous
by Michael R. Burch
Come to me tonight
in the twilight, O, and the full moon rising,
spectral and ancient, will mutter a prayer.
......
How to overcome Fear, Worry, Stress, Anxiety and Depression
by airatmaninravi AiR
Is there a way to eliminate all Fear?
Can we be Happy and live with Cheer?
Can we stop Worrying and living with Stress?
Can we eliminate Anxiety that makes our life, a Mess?
Let’s discover the secret to Peace and Happiness!
Is your life filled with Depression?
Do you want to make your life a Celebration?
The culprit, the enemy, is your own Mind
It’s robbing your Peace and Bliss, you will Find!
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The Tear of the Archangel Michael
by drake brown
Michael turned down to look upon the faces of humanity, stricken with grief.
For he saw not only the man, but the woman, the daughter.
Flowing and dancing in the waist high grass that dances alongside her, as much stars as she is the earth. Unaware of what she is dancing into.
The brother, his eyes scrunched together imitating the anxieties of society as he focuses on the task of good and evil. He must prevail, he has seen what happens to men when they fail.
The mother, looks up from her book to see her children no longer around her in love. Feeling the sudden heartbreak she always ran away from.
The father, pulled out his own eyes long ago, stumbling blind for years because he was made powerless by a world he doesn’t understand.
# The Sun and the Night
The sun, who continuously pours out all the light it has, is a continuous shining beacon for all.
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