#light poems on Hello Poetry

Sherri Woodman 8h

When I walked into the bright light,                                                                                                               I knew I had just lost my life
I came upon a set of stairs
   Saw the Lord waiting up there
  He said, "My child you are free"
   Come on up & you will see
All your pain & your despair
You've left behind, down there                                                                 I saw the angels coming down for me                                                     Light & goodness an ocean breeze
Lifting, gliding, peacefully                                                                                                  Feeling their light passed through me                                                                                                                    As Jesus stood watch over me
   I raised my eyes up to see                                                                     The gates of Heaven & beyond                                                       People gathered  singing songs                                                           Old friends , dear pets & family                                                           All waiting for me so patiently                                                                                           Surrounded by love & purity                                                                                                            I knew I was where I should be
A joyous rush poured over me                                                                When Jesus extended his hand to me

#love #forgiveness #god #heaven #peace #hope #light

Paul 8h

The Weight of Warmth

There is a thickness to Presence
when light has fully come.

It does not press—

   it holds.

It gathers around you
like dusk after heat,
like blankets not laid over
but risen up from within.

You don’t need to speak.
You don’t need to explain.
You don’t need to hide—
because you are already
hidden
in the Light itself.

And in that hiding,
healing begins.

Here, the ache is not judged.
Here, the story is not required.

Here, breath is enough..

  Not because it was taught to grow,
  but because it remembered
  what warmth feels like..

That slow kindle of hope
becomes heat again—
flames returning
to the heart’s own hearth,
too long left cold
by darkness and despair..

A hearth that survived
on wet matchsticks—
built only
by its own need to endure.

---

It is the hearthfire
that feels the light of hope
first.

The more ash-strewn,
the more hollow,
the deeper the heat
of Light’s permeation.

---

So the soul,
once clenched around its pain,

   softens.

Not all at once.
Not forever.
But enough.

Enough to rest.

Enough to believe--

that warmth this deep
could only come
from the Giver of Light

   ..who never left.

And in that warmth—
without pressure,
without fear..

everything begins again.

"..all is quiet on New Year's Day
a world in white gets underway"

https://youtu.be/ZJq1FS72ZQ4?si=QyhavoDBfewMj9Go

#Warmth

#love #pain #aloneness #childhoodtrauma #darkness #light #presence #hearthfire #hope #eternity

Daniel A Gabbard 1d

The Death of Flames

Many flames set asunder,
Each lighting the bark.
Many flames get its owns thunder,
Cracking the infinite dark.

It reshapes what is,
It annihilates what’s his.
God brought the light,
Men sought its might.

Each words carry meaning,
Each word burns the same.
Smoke riles thy beseeching tongue,
Sparking their ignorant flames.

They get crazy,
The crazy man.
It can said it talks,
But they never listen,
Stifling humanity’s walk.

They burn knowledge,
The very light they ate.
God punished not action,
But the poison apple, devils bait.

For now, no innocence sets entropy,
For stupidly of ignorant fools flame society,
Killing humanity’s last flame.

And now, darkness breaches realm,
As embers churn in rage, rage,
Against the dying of the light.
The last of humanity, the last blight.
Gods wrath, now late, seeks no sight.

I rest here,
Could hope reset my dead ember?
I know not of eternity.
But I know it can be.

I had inspirations of knowledge, and the ever fight against ignorance that put the very flame of power in our hands. I got inspiration to use part of Dylan Thomas’s poem, “Do not go gentle in that good night,” as the fight is ever present today, as it must so. “The Crazy Man” also fits here, too.

#ignorance #light #spirituality #fire #hope #knowledge #destruction #darkpoetry #society #humanity

Debbie 5d

Absence of Light

My screams, fiercely and recklessly,
****** themselves into the starless sky.
Howls of despair became an inviting try.
It is fearfully unknown who or what may answer
from the den of the lachrymose night.
It's a different world in the charged absence of light.

The ghosts of my cries reverberate in heaven's valley,
and long linger down hell's burnt alley's.

Long before I knew self love would heal my life.
Annihilate my strife.
A dawning of hope now veins my soul with the missing light.

If you don't love yourself, you really can't love someone else.

#despair #rage #darkness #light #healing

Abbott J Hardison 5d

Born In Twilight

Those who are born in night,
Fear the sun.
Those who are born in light,
Fear the sin.
Though, I fear them both,
For I was born amongst the twilight.

A mix of two opposites

#birth #life #sin #sun #light

witch 6d

fig

faint divine sun dances
between trees and branches
falling upon my fig tree
open my rib, set my heart free.

~and all our fingers,
all our veins,
each are branches of a mission.
and with life we wrinkle,
with age we sacrifice fertile freedom. enlightment keeps us alive
like the nurturing water.
but immortality?
fig is the fruit of realization, as golden wisdom rays bless you, forever.
immortality is
in the wisdom of mysteries.~

fig is a wise man
sitting on a vast, ancient land.
his eyes seem to find something,
in the secrets mist held.

~and you search
all fountains,
all cups,
yet you found it in a lake.
and never,
never so immortal you were,
so thirsty for truth.
fig blessed you,
like the early morning sun rays.
your heart was never so exposed, never so ******,
never so touched...~

under her fig tree.

i had a fig tree, on a big field where gods set my soul free.

#fig #sun #wisdom #old #man #mystery #religious #light #heart #divine

Daniel A Gabbard Apr 1

A Reminder to Keep

Death is a reminder that I’m alive.
Depressed, not skive.

To feel a grasp till I not,
I shall do —for what I can’t.
Seeing my tree grow with rot,
my roots shall grasp —for all has spent.
For growth in stagnation,
I have found my revelation.

For the clouds of today are swept away,
I will bathe —oh lil’ light, to find my way.
For in darkness, I crawl —inch by inch,
every single day;
The moon of dark has finally left its pitch.
Crawling— To find you, oh lil’ light, I pray.

A reminder for those who are lost.

#depression #hope #growth #light #struggle #resilience

MsAmendable Mar 31

Prayer

Let the line between my lips and your flesh become holy ground, so that I may worship upon it
Let me learn to love you
In a hundred little secret ways
Following the touch of your breath on my skin like a dance
Let me pass my hands through the wall of your chest to hold your heart into the light
Let me be inside you
To shine on your every inner part
And pad the scrape of your bones with meat

#love #lust #worship #light

Mystic Ink Plus Mar 30

A New You

You can only
Isolate the shadow

If you cast
The light

And as it was, is
And will be

Genre: Inspirational
Theme: Keynotes
Author's Note: Here I'm not talking about the shadow

#nepal #shadow #light