1. God The Artist
Famous Poem
God, when you thought of a pine tree,
How did you think of a star?
How did you dream of the Milky Way
To guide us from afar.
It seems that it is in man's nature to live a spiritual lifestyle. We need very much to live a meaningful life and therefore we look to find purpose in our lives. Religion is simply a system devised to live your life according to the meaning that you have envisioned for your life. Others find the structure of organized religion to be stifling. They find that going into nature is the best way to get in touch with the spirit. It seems that the trees, and the grass and flowers never lose sight of their purpose. In the same way, nature helps us get in touch with our inner spirit that never forgets.
Famous Poem
God, when you thought of a pine tree,
How did you think of a star?
How did you dream of the Milky Way
To guide us from afar.
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Famous Poem
THE steadfast coursing of the stars,
The waves that ripple to the shore,
The vigorous trees which year by year
Spread upwards more and more;
A beautiful and inspired poem about a sometimes elusive quality that we all so much need to permeate our hearts. Maybe it has something to do with understanding and being understood and...
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A friend of mine once asked me
Just how could I believe
In someone I never saw,
Nor spoken words received.
I really love this poem. It really moved me. It is exceptionally well written with a soulful observation of the true miracles of life. I have a good friend that is many years older than...
The sky speaks without words,
Messages that warm my heart.
It never ceases to amaze me,
Like a timeless work of art.
Rainbows paint a picture
On a showery summer's day.
The wind is just a whisper
To blow your cares away.
God created the Earth
to bring us all to life,
to share in the beauty
of this world, free from strife.
I am a bird flying high and free,
A sleek grey dolphin in a shimmering sea,
A tawny lion with long sharp claws,
And a stealthy crocodile with powerful jaws.
I heard a soft sound, like wind through the trees,
But there was no wind, for the air was still,
And the forest stood waiting, silent and strong,
Trees standing guard as they always will.
In order for the stars to shine,
The sun must go to rest,
For only in the darkness can
You see the light the best.
I really enjoyed this poem. The perception of the stars being pinpoints into heaven...just a glimpse into what lies ahead. I love this thought and I will never forget it.
The sky weeps,
profound sadness among the clouds,
mourning spreads
across the celestial vault.
Where the ocean meets the sky
The setting colours stun
A picture painted by the Lord
Of the things to come
I thank God for the bright morning light
And the dark sacred night.
I thank God for the morning dew
And every captivating view.
My father is a farmer.
His heart is in the soil
It's there he finds his solace,
Among the grimy toil.
This is the best poem I've ever laid eyes on! I, too, have a farmer father, and this poem fits him perfectly. Daddy told me once that he feels closest to God when he is in the fields. Thank,...
I'm not a people person, as everyone knows;
It's in the garden where my energy flows.
I talk to the birds, I talk to the trees,
I talk to the ants, and at times even the bees.
So very nice. It made me happy. It's so nice to hear something beautiful. Thank you very much. God Bless. LCM
Sitting in peaceful places
Upon Nature's natural faces
Silent sounds of the River's rushing
The Wind with the Trees harmoniously brushing
The clouds break forth the streams of light
To dance upon the earth,
And cradled in the sands of time,
Comes a newborn baby's birth.
Live is a vapour, popularity is an accident, riches do take wing, those who share today may not be opportune for tomorrow, character is the endurance.
Oh, the beauty and refreshment that nature brings
When the earth, once again, breaks into spring.
The birds, in their song, with excitement sing,
All hail to the Creator, Christ the King!
Loved it, Elaine. My wife used to be a secretary and did the weekly bulletin for 5 years in our little country church too. A very rewarding job. God bless you. -Gary
When the day becomes an evening
And I've seen the passing sun
I know I've heard the last little chirp
Of songs the birds have sung
You write beautifully. I must look out for more of your poems. Very best wishes, Ann
God asked me what I wanted in life.
I said to him,
Very clever. I like it. The result could not be seen. Well done!
maybe the answer is simple,
and all along
there's been relief--
if the strands of your soul