#religious poetry

[secret-sageent]

Do you think Christ would say

“Send the immigrants away”

Do you think Christ would say

“Love your neighbour unless they are poor, brown, black or gay”

I don’t think Christ would preach

Hate in the streets

Arrests of the homeless

The downtrodden

The queer

Forcing them to live every day in fear

Yet here we are

Forgetting “love your neighbour”

Unless they are straight and white and able

I think Christ cries when He sees what we’ve done

When we see how we treat people’s friends, sisters, parents and sons

So I will cling to my faith

I will cling to my love

I will cling to my faith in a better heaven above

Because the Lord said love my children

And for Him I will try

To love and to care for those facing abuse

And so maybe, just maybe, my Lord won’t have to cry

[adventuresofalgy]

The bright, cold, frosty weather, which in most years visited the wild west Highlands of Scotland for a short period in February, continued to render Algy's home environment a great deal less wild than usual. But it was also very chilly, and Algy found that despite the increased light, the crocuses in his assistants' garden were feeling reluctant to open their jewel-like flowers.

Resting briefly on the frosty grass, Algy tried to coax them a wee bit, but despite his flattery the lovely "stars of earth" remained firmly closed for the time being, complaining that it was altogether too cold for flowering just now:

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld. Wondrous truths, and manifold as wondrous, God hath written in those stars above; But not less in the bright flowerets under us Stands the revelation of his love. Bright and glorious is that revelation, Written all over this great world of ours; Making evident our own creation, In these stars of earth, these golden flowers.

[Algy is reciting the first four verses of the long religious poem Flowers by the 19th century American poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.]

[pearlsandjustice]

Aphrodite

Is born from the sky and into the sea

And you can find her in the vivid, exquisite earth.

In the ripe, warm-coloured fruits on the tree which may remind you of the lush softness of fatty flesh or the tenderness of the heart.

There is so much love, so much beauty to be found in all that surrounds us,

And you can always find her there

In the depths and on the sun-warmed surface

Of the world and of yourself.

[castrotophic]

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[anotherbasicgirlie]

[saintmachina]

[joanofarcs-stigmata]

the words of jesus of nazareth in dayspring, a collection of poetry and prose exploring the life of jesus christ and john the beloved

[banishedchildofeve]

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₊⋆·˚ a prayer to the Sacred Heart:

“O most holy heart of Jesus,

fountain of every blessing,

I adore you, I love you, and

with lively sorrow for my sins,

I offer you this poor heart of mine.

Make me humble, patient, pure

and wholly obedient to your will.

Grant, good Jesus,

that I may live in you and for you.

Protect me in the midst of danger.

Comfort me in my afflictions.

Give me health of body,

assistance in my temporal needs,

your blessing on all that I do,

and the grace of a holy death.

Amen.”

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[dy-mph-na]

Poetry about disingenuous Christians

[agape-mou]

My heart sings in Your presence!

My soul exhales when You're near

Peace at last is found

In Your soft embrace

[labyrinthofstreams]

Halina Poświatowska, Indeed I Love

[bonbongraham]

[poeztry]

one day god will come back

and he'll see all i lack

and ill hang my head low like a dog

that got caught eating food off the table,

cuz i said heaven is just a fable

n he'll tell me im a dumb, dumb mutt

dumb mutt, down on my luck

and ill say im sorry god

youre the man, im just a dog

only doing what i thought was right

i promise i truly meant no spite

but he'll see through my lies

death stare my big wet eyes

and he'll hit me on the nose

'thats not how it goes'

he says

'these days

everyone is a nonbeliever

or devout in hate of the dreamer.

every child is full of hate,

indoctrinated in my name

such a wretched fate,

with their parents only to blame.'

[anotherbasicgirlie]

[amandalily-x]

[antlerparts]

Saw (2004) dir james wan

“I bloody my hands for him, so he must be god”