Religious poems

This page of poems mulls on the idea of God and how kind he has been to us humans. God works in the weirdest of ways and I can not help but wonder. The first two poems were actually written for a class that attempted to teach us (the students) how to write metered poems a.k.a a sonnet. You decide. lol.

  1. Praising Him
  2. Untitled
  3. My Inspiration

Praising Him

When I think of the Lord who is my God
My heart quails and trembles with fear of him.
The great fearsome One who rules with a rod
A rod of love that brooks no dissenting
Or mutinous voice of any mortal.
His word is the truth that sets the soul free
Deeper in insight than the wisest see
More penetrating than a wound that is fatal
Yet ever so soothing to the drained soul.
He loved us ever so much as to die
With no thought for nothing but his children.
He loved us enough to give his own soul
In harsh judgment, we cast the damning die
Yet still, the savior wants to rescue all men.

Untitled.

Who is he that comes in the rising sun?
So beautiful he robs even the stars
Of their nightly radiance and glory.
With majesty he walks, and does not run.
His glory with fame of a superstar
A simple man he ignored the flurry.
Amidst the harsh voices, and innuendos,
Despite the snares set in the wild for him
My lord triumphed and wore his rightful cloak
The mantle of glory he deserves well.
He who loved the people very much so
Neither their past nor whims mattered to him
He loved us so much he hung on an oak
Saving mankind from the clutches of hell.

My Inspiration.

I write,
I speak,
I think pain.
Woe is me!
Surrounded by a merry crowd,
Yet that lingering feeling.
The feeling of desolation
I try to escape
I desperately search
What for?
My aching heart cannot tell
I hear laughter all around me
I join in
All that booms forth from my puny chest
Is but a mirthless cackle
Mimicking the voices and sounds I hear
With a heavy heart,
I lay my pen
Thinking of what I know not
I ponder why my thoughts are so
I wake up at nights
Overwhelmed in that haunting numbness
Still subconsciously searching
For that missing part of me.
To the world’s eyes
I am a happy-go-lucky child
I laugh at their thoughts
I weep within myself
For the things I never knew
The bliss of belonging
The heady sentiment of actually being needed
If only they knew
The real me
I get up in the morn
To the sound of the insistent alarm clock beeping
Heavy lidded eyes and languorous body
Sultry and sleek from the warm cocoon that is my haven
Safe from the prying, yet unseeing eyes of the world
Oh! The pressure
Their misplaced conception
Of that entity, that is me
Just when I can’t seem to take it anymore
I turn within myself
I bring out the inner core of steel
That resides in me
I mentally buoy myself
Ready to face the world again
My flimsy façade of peace
That gets torn as soon as
The all-seeing eyes of The One touch me
The One who sees the heart
Who knows the inner depths of my thoughts
Jehovah Jireh, Elohim, and El-Shaddai
Truly he is the real anchor
My true hold in the murky waters
Of this deception that is my life
I think to myself
Am I going crazy?
They tell me I am normal
Some say nice things
I feel soothed for the moment
But still the dreaded feelings come back yet again
Just when the tears begin to fall
The voice of the only One
The One I truly love
Gently reverberates in the
Hollow shell that is my head
It booms within my head like a tom-tom
It sends thrills up my body
Like the sweet melodies of the lute
It reminds me not to worry
It calms my trouble mind
Most of all,
It brings me peace.