Religiously-Themed Poetry

[Skylark32]

Hey everyone--I just found this subforum. I love to write poetry, so I was thinking I could post it here ^_^. Summer's here for me; I'll hopefully have time to write more. But until then, here's what I have so far from my gallery on deviantART (http://CeciliasSkylark.deviantart.com). Free free to critique it--I love constructive criticism biggrin . Btw--the farther down the poem is, the less recently I had written it. Hope you enjoy!

Table of Contents
I. "Wrinkles"
II. "The Sun and the Moon"
III. "The Spilled Star"
IV. "Sabbath"
V. "Liberal Holiness"  

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I

This one has to do with the concept "God is love"; it's my favorite of what I've written.

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Wrinkles

When we will reminisce before fireplaces,
All our puzzle pieces found
And smoothed together during rainy-day evenings,
Firelight flickering
As memories that have melded into wrinkles in time
And in the secret corners of smiles;
When pain is depth
And moments of lost greatness merely allspice
That life sprinkles out between moments
Of spontaneity, heartbreak, laughter...
Knowledge grown into understanding
So that the beauty and essence of life
Is not youth or even success
(True success transcendence),
What matters will only be love--
When one can look back and say, Yes,
I have truly learned the meaning of God.

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II

This idea came from the AMAZING pamphlet "I Want to Be Your Husband," about staying chaste for your future spouse. If you haven't read it, I totally recommend going to this link. It's a fictional letter from a future husband to his young future wife that truly shows the difference between a crush and life-long love.

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The Sun and the Moon

The sun may blaze in its blinding glory, a burning fireball of passion,
But so is its love--
Indiscriminate consummation,
Its victims reduced to lusty ashes:
Futile existance.

Such is love.
Its last day shall leave behind a black sky.

Why not the moon,
Its gentle aura, hearts yearning for more
Looking upon its glow as if it were a dream--
Not a burning, but an enigma.
Yet with such faithfulness,
Its chaste power tugs the oceanic waves of the heart.

A time will come when the sun shall have consumed even itself
And what will remain behind will be
Every heart's longing.

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III

"The Spilled Star" relates to the image of God that we were created with--just in case it's misinterpreted, I mean "become" love as in striving for godliness and true love .

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The Spilled Star

We had our chances, we had our time,
We made our memories--our wave in this ocean.
Riding the tide the full way out,
Our dreams reflected stars onto the water--
Sparkled across the expanse of possibility,
Embraced the hope of a future not knowing
What lay past the day's setting sun--
Seashells strewn across the sands of time
Like the constellations of the sky,
Controlled by God's hand alone.
But full of faith, merging our aspirations,
Our souls meant to become one,
To become of one mind, vision, voice, heart,
We seeked to become love.

If God is love, is love ever to be regretted?

If God had spilled a star when he filled the galaxy,
Would this star then be misplaced?
It would only add to the universe a sparkle
Needed exactly so.
But love . . . no--
Inscribed into the image of God within us
When He made man . . .
More than a mere star,
Love is the making of our soul.

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IV

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Sabbath

walking up the aisle like a bride
pit-pat, pit-pat proceeds the soft rhythm
of my sandals against the carpet
light pours down from the ceiling skylight
like the grace that spills from heaven's gates
grooms, brides, bridesmaids around me
proceeding down aisles,
their well-oiled lanterns hung above
casting soft glows onto the people,
lighting the path
as they proceed between the church's pillars

We come up to be nourished by God, to become
love

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V

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Liberal Holiness

Carrying dark lies, traversing dark alleys,
Seeing dark visions, bearing dark consequences--
Is this the journey to freedom, passion, love?
No! The fall of standards
Is the fall of prison bars around you.
Morals, boundaries self-imposed--not barriers;
They're wings to transcend above mere civilization.

Freedom! Freedom at last! Freedom from the devil's prison,
Freedom brought by God's will in the heart.
Liberalism is not being freed from morality
(For integrity's fall is man's downfall)
But lives as Love--compassion, and a love of God
--Not of things, not of corruption, not of society--
But of GOD,
Of a nourishing, purifying, freeing God and his Church.

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