#religious poetry

[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]

x

[saintmachina]

[anotherbasicgirlie]

[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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[labyrinthofstreams]

Halina Poświatowska, Indeed I Love

[bonbongraham]

[antlerparts]

Saw (2004) dir james wan

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

[scavenger-daily]

is my grief beautiful yet. is my anger righteous now. is my suffering religious enough for you.

[mentalnote1]

Goodness and Mercy – Poetry 

I feel there is something

Or someone who or that

Is always there

Watching over and protecting me

They are surely the perfect pair

They aren’t conflicting or argumentative

They are loving

And if you ask me

Much too fair

And even when I was angry

Their love was always there

It’s some Jesus stuff they sprinkle

When things are dark like night

And they will never leave or forsake me

No matter how tuff the fight

There is one thing I am sure of

Although my choices aren’t always right

Goodness and Mercy shall follow me

All the days of my life

[oh-my-little-hearth]

Poetry Request | Pan

oh to sing a song of untamed pan

keeping the hum of natures enchantment strong

truly wild , half earth - half man ?

one side warm

one side cool

with dancing nymphs he did preform

followed the stories of a god so cruel

i sing his song in revelry

lord of shepard - and - Hungering Wild.

a story lost long to unfound devilry

by christian panic his story defiled

though hes died

his notes hav’ last

as i sing just know I Tried.

to remember the song of natures past.

[hidingbones]

some sort of daughter. unfinished. 082424.

[anotherbasicgirlie]

[pure-simulacrum]

i do not believe in god but i still have hope that there is a heaven somewhere out there. but isn’t that all that heaven is?—hope? heaven does exist. it exists in the comfort it gives through grief, in the love songs, in the laughter exchanged over the kitchen table, in every first-time, in the soft melody of the mourning dove, in the dark abyss behind the sun, and in the fiery core of the earth. the very essence of some sort of endless paradise after death was created from the gift humans have to understand that the universe is filled with infinite love but the curse that we don’t have enough time to enjoy all of it.

no god would ever be able to create something with the same beauty as we have made heaven. heaven is built from the one thing that humans have, that gods do not: death.

[gossamerwlngs]

written 25.09.24

[ink-and-hollow-bones]

“I would rip one of my ribs free if it meant I was more Adam than Eve.”

- to be trans, 𝔍𝔲𝔡𝔞𝔰