Short powerful faith poems

by Suzy Musser
(Miles City, Montana USA)

Steady

Steady

my
trembling
heart
as
my
ragged
faith
shudders
in
the
space
where
questions
go
to
hide

One Heart

One heart
lifted holy hands
touching the lips of God
with the sacred nectar
of praise.

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Rock of Faith poem

by Glenn Johnson
(Tucson, Arizona)

When Did the Light Fade

When did the light fade?
as I slipped beneath night's raging ocean
to awaken again on the rock of faith . . .

When did I lose myself?
as I slipped between my cracks of Your love . . .
to awaken again on the rock of faith . . .

When did I walk alone?
as I slipped past the spirit, now the ghost of life’s joy. . .
to awaken again on the rock of faith . . .

When did I grieve alone?
as I slipped past her death mask . . .
to awaken again on the rock of faith . . .

When did I sleep alone?
as I slipped into a dream that still you were here . . .
to awaken again on the rock of faith . . .

When did I pray alone?
as I drifted, drifted, drifted, drifted . . .
to awaken again on the rock of faith . . .

When will I truly see?
as I weep, eyes knowing not where to turn . . .
to awaken again on the rock of faith . . .

When will I stop asking “when?”
as I watch my life slip away . . .
to awaken again on the rock of faith . . .

Will I sleep?
Will this faith lead to an eternal home?
to never again awaken on a rock.

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Beyond These Walls
(A Prayer Poem For Faith In Difficult Times)

by Mr. Terry A. Shuman
(Medina, Ohio)

Eternal Father, holder of the only Truth there is,
Please hold my trembling hands tonight; make finite, my
abyss.
Give me strength, when I am weak, and vision, when I'm
blind.
Restore my faith in your undying love for all mankind.

Take away my fears and tears, and grant me peaceful
dreams,
Where there's no panic, pain, or death; just placid
plants and streams.
When I am forced to focus on this path I cannot trade,
Help me see the footprints there, which those before me
made.

For Life's a spacious room in which I make some memories
With other souls who lend their hands for weaving
tapestries
That cover every wall I see, promoting the belief
That this room's all I'll ever see, and that there's no
relief.

So, help me, God, to know the truth: that just beyond
my room,
There is a walless cosmos where there is no gloom or
doom;
Just endless, timeless, formless love, that welcomes me
to stay,
And instantly transports me to an 'a priori' day.

A day I can't remember now, for there was no time or
space;
No human bonds to help me better recognize a face;
A timeless universe of love, where formless souls
reside,
And wait their turn to share a room, whenever You
decide.

Dear God, I thank you for my life, for all my
'roommates' too;
And if I'm bound to suffer, help me place my trust in
You!
For, while I am still in my room, it's hard to
comprehend
The joy and bliss that waits for me beyond where these
walls end.

Poem Written and © By Terry A. Shuman, Medina, Ohio


The author of this website was severely disabled with CFS/ME for 17 years. Her book takes the reader with her on the journey to build our faith in God to survive difficult (and easy) times.

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Poem of Doubt and Faith

by Chris Roe
(UK)

SILENT FLIGHT

In the silence
The clarity of your voice,
Climbs high
Upon the eagle's wings.
The chains of doubt
That imprison my soul,
Fall away beneath my feet.
In the freedom and majesty
Of the sentinel’s gaze,
Faith is strengthened
And hope returned
To a weary heart,
Upon the silent flight
Of eagle's wings.




Note from webmaster of a-spiritual-journey-of-healing.com, Katherine T Owen

Dear Chris,
Thank you so much for your powerful poem of faith - those moments when the doubt falls away.

It also reminds me of the following scripture.

“But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength;
They shall mount up with wings as eagles.
They shall run and not be weary.
They shall walk and not faint.”
(Isaiah 40:31, KJV)

...and reminds me also of Psalm 91 .

"He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust:"

Thank you for the reminder.
Bless your day,
Katherine


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Where Are You Lord? - A Modern Psalm of Anguish and Relief

by shaun
(swindon, UK)

Are you in the veins,
or in the spine of this old book?
Did you assert yourself in my brain
or leave me with confusion and despair in my head!

Why do you hide my Lord?
Surely a glorious entry into sunshine would befit a king
In the kingdom of mankind!
And in your silence
To my questions
Are you to my troubles deaf?

What happens to my prayer Lord?
Does it, like some of your seed
Fall on stony ground?
Are you as callous as some say?
Do you terrorise
Into submission. Will I dance
An unnatural tune, with the dead?

(And this is what the Lord says)

Where are you my son?
Here I am Lord.
Go down to the water
And pour a libation over yourself.

Then dress yourself in your best clothes.
Behave suitably and show
A.n.other you care for their time, their trouble.

Be in the world what you would, if you could
Choose in ecstacy.
My perfect friend.
Be ware of the sick, the lame...and
Go out and lead

By your most fervent faith
Lead gentle light
Be glad for the chance,
The inspiration ~ lucky to serve

And when you can say this is all to you.
This life a charm to you,
Kindness disarming you;
Love and forgiveness;
Strength everlasting
Will reach you and flow from you
Into the streams of the know.

I am your God,
You are my child,
And I love you.

Shaun

Poem of Faith

by Terry A. Shuman
(Medina, Ohio (U.S.A.))

True Faith

How dastardly the winds of fate
Can heartlessly destroy and maim,
Constricting lives with crushing weight,
Without the slightest hint of shame.

How dauntlessly we thrust our chins,
Assuming a defensive stance,
As we attempt to change the winds
That castigate with wrathful chants.

How endless seems our agony;
How quickly we would sacrifice
Our own well being, just to be
Controller of the tumbling dice.

How helplessly we tumble, while
Control escapes our striving grip,
And teases us with wanton guile,
As seagulls would a sinking ship.

Yet, hopeless as our plight may seem,
And black as night, our days may be,
We all shall 'waken from this dream
To find God's true reality.

Please know that in these times of stress,
Forsaken as your heart may feel,
God's promised that He'll always bless
Those souls whose faith in Him is real.



A Poem Of Faith And Compassion, © Written By Terry A. Shuman,
Medina, Ohio on 9/20/11

Poems of faith from webmaster, Katherine T Owen:

A poem about overcoming resistance to God
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Note from webmaster of a-spiritual-journey-of-healing.com, Katherine T Owen

Dear Terry,
A beautiful poem. A perfect iambic quadrameter :-)

With the Love that sees us through, Katherine


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