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 Apr 2014
Mikaila
I don't go to church
Nor do I want to.
I don't believe
In anything in particular.
And yet the word god
Shows up in my poetry like it's put there intentionally.
It isn't.
Perhaps it is just that god
Is a perfect metaphor for how I love
And in trying to explain it,
The zeal of religion is the best comparison I can think of.
In fact
It makes me wonder,
If we are in god's image,
Is god
Like us?
Maybe that is why our prayers are seldom answered-
Maybe whatever god there is
FEARS us, for loving it so devotedly.
Maybe god is not dead.
Maybe god has fled.
 Apr 2014
Brendan Thomas
May death come swiftly
On wings made of dreams
One visit is all I need

To be rid of this vessel
That holds me here
On this decision I'm still unclear

One minute you pray for sleep with no waking
Then see your young child and wonder what was I thinking

A wife tries to comfort what she does not understand
I guess in the end it's all in ones hands

Not mine ,not yours nor anyone else
But only the one who created us all will tell

When our time on this world is finally through
Will the weight be lifted once and for all
Or will we continue to stumble and fall
 Apr 2014
Wendell A Brown
Friday had been the saddest day
That my young life has ever known
The loneliness which my heart-felt
Just would not leave me alone

The clouds which filled the afternoon
With their darkness and their dread
Left remorseful feelings alive inside
Along with emotions which seemed dead

As the sun rose this morning I awakened
Finding the moment still haunting my dreams
With its sadness and gloom embracing me
I searched to find joy in most anything  

From what my eyes had seen to transpire
On that sad, dark Friday afternoon
So I began to pray what had been written
Would come to fruition so very soon

As the last twenty-four hours ticked away
The hope in my heart slowly began to rise
Beginning to beat with a steady rhythm within
Waiting for the prophesied moment to arrive

I saw many in the room praying around me
How their faith began to slowly slip away
Not believing what was soon to come about
Would surely inspire a stronger faith today

My heart anxiously awaited the moment to come
Anticipating the new joy it would soon receive
As I felt the lifting soft touch of the Holy spirit
I could feel my faith growing deep inside of me

My ears heard so many captivating melodies
Embracing me from the direction of His tomb
And upon hearing the hearty voices of angels
I sensed my Savior would be coming back soon

As we were kissed by a beautiful dawning
A genuine happiness swept my sadness away
As my Lord replaced it with a lasting bliss
While rising to life on this perfect day.
A POEM FOR EASTER
 Apr 2014
Wendell A Brown
Build up your treasure
in heaven, with riches
that never fade

Reach out for the
greater things in life,
whose origins only
in heaven lay

Hunger for the spiritual
things, those special
gifts from up above

And my God will
reward you aplenty,
with all the fullness
of His love

Lift the Lord Jesus up
on high, for He  loves
to hear your praise

And keep His love
which is so special
deep within your
heart always

Long for the treasure
found in heaven
deeply craving it
night and day

For the place where
your treasure really
lies, is where your
heart will surely stay.
A Second Easter Poem dedicated to all of Humankind Created Gods hand.
 Apr 2014
Mike Hauser
You say  your not religious
Well neither my friend am I
It was man that made religion
It was Christ that came for us to die

He came to earth with a purpose
And that purpose was to set us free
From the guilt, the sin, the daily shame
All chains of captivity

It was the religious leaders of his day
That used their power as a tool
It was Jesus that came to do away
With all the man made rules

Rules that held the people down
The same as they do today
Invite Jesus into your heart right now
And let freedom have its way

You say your not religious
Well neither my friend am I
It was man that made religion
It was Christ that came for us to die
 Apr 2014
Julianna Eisner
And Jesus said, And you shall follow me through trials and through death; but now you cannot go where I will go, but you shall come.

And Jesus spoke again unto the eleven and said, Grieve not because I go away, for it is best that I should go away. If I go not the Comforter will not come to you.

These things I speak while with you in the flesh, but when the Holy Breath shall come in power, lo, she will teach you more and more, and bring to your remembrance all the words that I have said to you.

There are a multitude of things yet to be said; things that this age cannot receive, because it cannot comprehend.

But, lo, I say, Before the great day of the Lord shall come, the Holy Breath will make all mysteries known -

The mysteries of the soul, of life, of death, of immortality; the oneness of a man with every other man and with his God.

Then will the world be led to truth, and man will be the truth.

When she has come, the Comforter, she will convince the world of sin, and of the truth of what I speak, and of the rightness of the judgment of the just; and then the prince of carnal life will be cast out.

And when the Comforter shall come I need not intercede for you; for you will stand approved, and God will know you then as he knows me.
(162:3-11, The Aquarian Gospel of Jesus the Christ)
“And therefore, all of those for whom authentic transformation has deeply unseated their souls must, I believe, wrestle with the profound moral obligation to shout form the heart—perhaps quietly and gently, with tears of reluctance; perhaps with fierce fire and angry wisdom; perhaps with slow and careful analysis; perhaps by unshakable public example—but authentically always and absolutely carries a demand and duty: you must speak out, to the best of your ability, and shake the spiritual tree, and shine your headlights into the eyes of the complacent. You must let that radical realization rumble through your veins and rattle those around you.
Alas, if you fail to do so, you are betraying your own authenticity. You are hiding your true estate. You don’t want to upset others because you don’t want to upset your self. You are acting in bad faith, the taste of a bad infinity.

Because, you see, the alarming fact is that any realization of depth carries a terrible burden: those who are allowed to see are simultaneously saddled with the obligation to communicate that vision in no uncertain terms: that is the bargain. You were allowed to see the truth under the agreement that you would communicate it to others (that is the ultimate meaning of the bodhisattva vow). And therefore, if you have seen, you simply must speak out. Speak out with compassion, or speak out with angry wisdom, or speak out with skillful means, but speak out you must.
And this is truly a terrible burden, a horrible burden, because in any case there is no room for timidity. The fact that you might be wrong is simply no excuse: You might be right in your communication, and you might be wrong, but that doesn’t matter. What does matter, as Kierkegaard so rudely reminded us, is that only by investing and speaking your vision with passion, can the truth, one way or another, finally penetrate the reluctance of the world. If you are right, or if you are wrong, it is only your passion that will force either to be discovered. It is your duty to promote that discovery—either way—and therefore it is your duty to speak your truth with whatever passion and courage you can find in your heart. You must shout, in whatever way you can.”
― Ken Wilber, One Taste

Rest & Love.
 Apr 2014
Mike Hauser
Arrested Savior in the garden
Satan feels his job is almost done
Betrayed by a Judas kiss
And a handful of silver coin

Like a lamb being lead to slaughter
He spoke not a single word
From the time before time began
All his trust is in his Lord

Conviction comes on quickly
Testimony being the lies of man
Still all in Gods perfect timing
Still all in Gods perfect plan

Soldiers spat on him and beat him
Shoved on his head a thorny crown
Mocked him for the king he is
Still uttered not a single sound

They forced on him the cross to carry
Like any common thief
This he did most willingly
Even for the least of these

The pounding of nails through his feet and hands
Being felt in his fathers heart
But both he and Jesus know
This is the important part

They hang him tattered on that wooden cross
On the shameful hill they call The skull
Satan smiled all the while
If only he had known

Father please forgive them
For they know not what they do
A statement that to this very day
Still has a ring that's true

It is finished...
The last thing on the cross he had to say
The perfect sacrifice of the last given lamb
For sinful man has paved the way

Three Long Days Later...

HE IS RISEN!
HE IS RISEN INDEED!
SINS CHAINS THAT HELD US CAPTIVE
HAVE BEEN BROKEN FREE!

All in Gods perfect timing
All in Gods perfect plan
That Jesus Christ would be the one to die
All for the love of man
 Apr 2014
Raphael Uzor
For you, I'll shed a tear
To you, I'll say, "my dear"
But ONLY if you'll dare
To show me that you care!

In words, for you I'll die
In deeds, to you I'll lie
'Cos much as I may try
My love will make you cry!

But there is One so pure
Your tears, His love will cure
He'll hang upon a cross,
To gain your love and trust!

He'll bare unspoken pains
To free you from your chains
With a kiss, He was betrayed
But still, for us He prayed!


© Raphael Uzor
Don't take the cross for granted.
Infected with sin virus
causing
immortal death--
from Adam to me.
 Apr 2014
Lana Grace
Please, oh Lord, save me from this broken well.
The water is crashing,
And they keep pouring more and more.
The well is getting higher as each different person adds more to the death that was meant to give life.

Save me, because I believe that the well is growing because of the girl I've turned into.
While others think otherwise, I see myself as the monster I have become.
I've become a living hurricane,
Never constant.

It's at this point when I realize I need to be rescued.
Lord Jesus rescue me from this well,
That is drowning me with the sinful ways of this world,
Yet is still empty of beauty.
Save me. I need to be saved.
 Apr 2014
Bree
He is loving and
Therefore, He is just. He is
Holy, thus candid.
 Apr 2014
Dorothy
He created the earth
the moon
the stars
and planets
Galaxies so big so complex
Even the most astute scientist would never fully comprehend it

The way we are so finely structured
A maslin of convoluted cells and atoms making up this human body
Others on occasions may sit at home think and sort of wonder
“could all of this earthly beauty happen by chance?”

For chance to be the cause of the art we see as life? Pause
No.
Please forgive me for my strife
For even the dirt underneath is everything but simple
The evidence of a perfect and powerful creator is all around
So this notion of chance does not sit right with me
And I have the right to disagree

It is because of Him our Heavenly father that all of this, all of us
Exist
He is the best artist I know
We are part of his magnificent creations as brought out in Revelations
So each day of my life is dedicated to no one else but him.
My father in the heavens
Jehovah God I am your witness.
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