A Place for Sharing - Hello Poetry

Mar 2

JAMIL HUSSAIN

In the dust of the heart, where whispers lie,
Thy love burns eternal, beneath the sky.

A lantern in the night, so softly bright,
Guides the soul to truth, through endless night.

Its flame unyielding, amidst shadow's sway,
It calls the lost, to find their sacred way.

In silent glow, the spirit comes to know,
The name it seeks, in love's eternal flow.

Through realms unknown, its light forever leads,
A flame that burns where darkness softly bleeds.

The heart awakened, by the flame’s pure light,
Finds union with the infinite in sight.

#eternallove #guidinglight #infinitelove #divineguidance #flameoftruth #heart #soul #life

Mar 2

JAMIL HUSSAIN

Lantern of the Soul

In the dust of the heart,
thy love burns like an eternal flame,

A lantern in the night,
that calls the soul to know its name.

#love #light #awakening #life #divine #heart #soul #devotion #spiritualjourney

Mar 2

JAMIL HUSSAIN

The Spirit's Flame

In sorrow's depth, the spirit soars above,
Not in the flesh's decay, but in the heart's love.

In silence between breaths, the secrets lie,
The universe hums, as fleeting moments fly.

The ancient current through your veins does course,
A song of the eternal, a hidden force.

Though borrowed, your heart beats with divine might,
A melody with stars, in the eternal night.

Cast off the shadows that the world may cast,
In the depth of your being, only truth you’ll grasp.

You are the seeker and the sought in one,
The flame and the wind, beneath the same sun.

#spirituality #selfdiscovery #sacredpath #awakening #divine #heavenly #trut #love #light

Mar 1

Bekah Halle

I love Sundays

I love Sunday for its quietness,
I love Sundays, for there is no rush.
I love Sundays for writing poetry.
I love Sundays for the hush.
I love Sundays for the calm before the storm.
I love Sundays because my mind reboots to the norm.
I love Sundays because I can take my soul for a walk,
And let it roam across heavenly realms.
I love Sundays to be without an agenda that I have to chalk.
I love Sundays, to remember.
I love Sundays, and that's where I will be,
Loving You more without animosity.

#sundays #quietness #slow #poetry #remember

Mar 1

Bekah Halle

No more!

No more doubt.
No more unhealthy fear.
Shrink back shadows,
You are not welcome in my life.

No more shame.
No more people pleasing.
I shine a light on the truth,
That my future is bright.

No more playing small.
No more self-sabotage.
I stand again,
I will enlarge.

I will seek you for truth.
I will quieten the taunts.
I will stop the tremmers,
And breathe again.

I will receive my fortunes.
I will rejoice in my success.
I will reclaim lost ground,
I will rest.

#doubt #shame

Mar 1

Sonia Ettyang

Soulmates

Our souls do what they do best. Speak fluently in silence.

#soulmates

Mar 1

The Poetic Architect

Dwelling Place

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I sink in the vast oceans of grace,
I wait for You, my Lover,
The One who loves my soul,
My Redeemer who lives and reigns forever.

Even the elders bow before You,
Their voices lift in endless praise, singing, "Holy, holy, holy,"
A symphony that never ceases—
We were created for one purpose: to worship You eternally.

Beautiful are You,
And beautiful are all Your works.
You are the Light that guides my path,
Never ignoring a single cry of mine,
You answer and comfort, holding me close in Your embrace.

In my victories and my deepest distress,
You are always present; You are my rock, my foundation.
You have built my life upon a solid foundation,
And written my name in Your eternal Book of Life.

I wonder, what could the Heavens truly be like—
Without You, could they even be called Heaven?
I gaze at the sky, searching,
But when I look within my heart,
I find You already there, dwelling within me.

Mar 1

Bekah Halle

Road to freedom

Denial will not bring freedom,
Acceptance will.
Not for anyone else,
But You.
Walking in the light,
Will bring freedom!

Mar 1

JAMIL HUSSAIN

The Crown of the Self

The morning breeze, a whisper soft yet grand,
Carries secrets from a distant, unseen land.
It speaks of truths that shimmer, deep and bright,
That you are born from stars, an endless light.

In the silence of your soul, the cosmos swirls,
Unveiling all the power that within you curls.
You are not mere flesh, but spirit's boundless flight,
A mystic force that dances through the night.

The world may tremble, yet you stand unbowed,
For in your heart, you wear the sky as your shroud.
Recognise your essence, feel its endless grace,
For in your soul, the universe finds its place.

#awakening #truth #mystic #life #heart #soul #divine #heavenly

Feb 27

Bekah Halle

Silence

To silence the chatter in one's head, one needs to watch it, listen to it, discern it, and master the response.

We all want to be seen and heard, but too many of us don't. As we chase that desire for attention, we forget and miss the need to see someone else.

Busyness has become the currency of this day. "Are you as busy as I?', screams our social media posts. We yearn to be valued and significant to someone else. So much so that we will devalue ourselves and gain our desired attention.

Does that sound familiar?

Of course, others don't have that same craving. But they have other cravings. I think it was St Augustine who said we have a heart-shaped hole/wound within; aching to be filled. And in our haste and uncomfortableness to sit with that ache, we stuff it, numb it, ignore it with stuff that distracts the call to seek our maker.

But what we need is to accept God's love. Not the duties. Not the need to 'be good' but the call to be loved.