Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Oct 11, 2006 6:08:07 GMT -5
FIERY FAITH
Flagging,floundering spirits
Are revived
In the labyrinthine landscape
Of the sea
Of faith.
Faith has a face
Transfused with wisdom,
Tempered by suffering,
Transmitting an air
Of the most fragrant fortitude.
Faith has a fiery,far-away look,
An incredibly fast-moving brain,
And an extremely determined air
Of dash and daring.
Faith has a flair for firmly believing
In the fruitful and ultimate fulfilment
Of all God's promises.
Faith is an inspiring breath of fresh air
In the dark,lonesome dungeons
Of doubt and despair.
Faith struggles to persevere,
Struggles to hope,
Struggles to endure,
Struggles to live.
Fiery faith
Always involves
A struggle with
The Unknown.
____________________________________
THE DIVINE POET
The blank page
beckons invitingly
With a white glare.
Anointed words appear,line by line,
As the words are penned with passion
And a penchant for writing
That cannot be denied.
The Divine Poet is at work,
Writing furiously
With a vengeance
That brooks no interruption.
The words speak passionately,
Imbued with a new life.
Their extraordinary impact
Will be felt for time immemorial,
As hearts are empowered
With divine strength,
And a vision that endures eternally.
____________________________________
GLISTENING TEARDROPS
Glistening teardrops
Stream from eyes
Long embittered
By the bitter harshness
Of life's cruel burdens.
Surging waters
Threaten to engulf
The poor,hapless soul
Wallowing in self-despair.
The aching heart
Yearns painfully
For a fragment
Of fragile-winged happiness.
Ringlets of doubt
Can be seen
Swiftly circling
As the travailing soul
Prays for a sturdier faith
And the endless shining of the sun.
__________________________________
HARPS OF GOLD
The sound of music
Fills the air,
As gentle winds
Strum softly
On the strings
Of harps of gold.
Words golden in tone
Can be heard
Sounding clear
As the music swells
And crashes around,
Sweeping on and on,
In a wealth of song,
Reverberating awesomely
Through the hall
In a crescendo of happiness.
It is eternal sunshine
In the soul.
Come,buoyant heart,
Let us storm
The gates of heaven.
__________________________________
LISTEN TO GOD
I come to God
To receive
Words of Wisdom
And Truth,
Heavenly Secrets.
I listen to God,
The Everlasting Truth,
The Divine Inspirer,
The Enlightener,
The Rewarder
Of all men.
I respond to God,
the Eternal Advisor,
the Supreme Guide,
the Divine Master,
the Creator.
- MIRIAM JACOB
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Flagging,floundering spirits
Are revived
In the labyrinthine landscape
Of the sea
Of faith.
Faith has a face
Transfused with wisdom,
Tempered by suffering,
Transmitting an air
Of the most fragrant fortitude.
Faith has a fiery,far-away look,
An incredibly fast-moving brain,
And an extremely determined air
Of dash and daring.
Faith has a flair for firmly believing
In the fruitful and ultimate fulfilment
Of all God's promises.
Faith is an inspiring breath of fresh air
In the dark,lonesome dungeons
Of doubt and despair.
Faith struggles to persevere,
Struggles to hope,
Struggles to endure,
Struggles to live.
Fiery faith
Always involves
A struggle with
The Unknown.
____________________________________
THE DIVINE POET
The blank page
beckons invitingly
With a white glare.
Anointed words appear,line by line,
As the words are penned with passion
And a penchant for writing
That cannot be denied.
The Divine Poet is at work,
Writing furiously
With a vengeance
That brooks no interruption.
The words speak passionately,
Imbued with a new life.
Their extraordinary impact
Will be felt for time immemorial,
As hearts are empowered
With divine strength,
And a vision that endures eternally.
____________________________________
GLISTENING TEARDROPS
Glistening teardrops
Stream from eyes
Long embittered
By the bitter harshness
Of life's cruel burdens.
Surging waters
Threaten to engulf
The poor,hapless soul
Wallowing in self-despair.
The aching heart
Yearns painfully
For a fragment
Of fragile-winged happiness.
Ringlets of doubt
Can be seen
Swiftly circling
As the travailing soul
Prays for a sturdier faith
And the endless shining of the sun.
__________________________________
HARPS OF GOLD
The sound of music
Fills the air,
As gentle winds
Strum softly
On the strings
Of harps of gold.
Words golden in tone
Can be heard
Sounding clear
As the music swells
And crashes around,
Sweeping on and on,
In a wealth of song,
Reverberating awesomely
Through the hall
In a crescendo of happiness.
It is eternal sunshine
In the soul.
Come,buoyant heart,
Let us storm
The gates of heaven.
__________________________________
LISTEN TO GOD
I come to God
To receive
Words of Wisdom
And Truth,
Heavenly Secrets.
I listen to God,
The Everlasting Truth,
The Divine Inspirer,
The Enlightener,
The Rewarder
Of all men.
I respond to God,
the Eternal Advisor,
the Supreme Guide,
the Divine Master,
the Creator.
- MIRIAM JACOB
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED