#christianpoetry
Seeking love somewhere deep and far,
Through rains and muds and scars.
Only to see little love in little jars,
Little care, little joy in little bars.
The journey was bigger than its prize,
Prize that caused pain, wounds, and cries.
There I opened my ears, heart and eyes,
And saw burning of a star from the skies.
A Man spoke to me and said,
I should seek for Him instead.
No pale nor little heart but red,
For His love for me was blood shed.
He said He loves me ten out of ten,
With stretched arms and heart open.
I said "If so, give me some flowers then",
But the Man gave me the whole garden.
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 10:14 AM UTC
By The Drifter from Heaven
As dawn awakens, gratitude unfurls,
A new day dawns, and hearts revive,
Though challenges arise, God's presence shines,
Hardships and despair, life's complex weaver,
Illness, death and financial strain—part of the frame,
Yet in the darkness, seeds of hope are sown,
And faith's resilience helps us regain our path,
But wings of hope, an angel God has sent,
Faith holds the soul, and heart finds its stay,
Amidst adversity, self-discovery takes flight,
Guiding us through the darkness, and into the new light,
In life's darkest moments, hope's light prevails,
A beacon guiding us through life's gales,
With faith as anchor, heart and soul align,
And with God's presence, a solace—our peace of mind.
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 4:29 PM UTC
Mostly I sneak about under cover of night,
Fulfilling my awful aims away from broader sight,
For no one must suspect
The beast that dwells within their midst.
I am a master of concealment.
Smart and somber fabrics shield my skin
From the painful sear of daylight,
And my complexion, I keep like porcelain—
For no clean and delicate doll
Was ever suspected of reveling
In baths of hellfire
And drinking them up as greedily
As the desert soil drinks up a monsoon.
This façade I employ lest the people discover,
And ****** before me their holy images,
Burning me as if with a branding iron,
And driving me far from their dwelling
Into solitary desolation.
For in truth, I am an agent
Of offense and pollution
To all that is wholesome and good.
I entice man to share my fate.
He invites me in and I infect him –
The Imago Dei – with Death.
Driven by this curse, this unholy hunger,
I live only to eat –
If one could even say I live.
There is no glory, no beauty in this state.
My eyes are as gleaming stars
And my skin is as a moonbeam,
But the flesh beneath is always freezing,
Always cold and always screaming
For more of what makes it sick,
The only warmth it knows being gleaned
From the bodies of its meals.
A quietly blaring reminder to me
That I am the Dead walking.
This night begins as many before it.
My clothes blotted crimson with fresh sin:
The stain of another’s flesh.
The latest meal to leave me ill,
And yet more hungry still.
I tread the gray and lifeless streets,
My dead frame mustering no defense
Against the chill of night.
All is dark and still, as no sound, no soul,
And scarce a light the night gives
To interrupt the feast within –
The Hunger consuming all thought,
And the Cold consuming all feeling.
My spirit sends out a silent plea
For, if not some kinder release,
A second death.
My wandering stops before the chapel,
The only structure affording light or color
To Nyx’s bleak realm.
The candles and lamps still all alight
Send cascades of rainbows
Surfing down upon beams of gold
Through the glass mosaics
To the ground outside.
Something in this ethereal beauty
Grasped something in my soul.
I wished to crumble, to sob,
As I felt so alien from whatever it was
That infused this light to make it good.
Yet I wished to float, to hope,
As here it was, pouring down before me—
Onto me.
Looking in then from afar
Through the colored glass,
I saw behind the altar raised high
On his execution tree,
The image of the Lamb
With sorrow carved into His face
And wounds painted onto His side.
My eyes stayed fixed to that solemn sight
Till they ran with salt.
“They say You came
To make clean the Unclean,
To wash away every vile stain
That corrupts Your Image,”
Said I.
“They say You were sent
To ransom the Dead;
To free the captives
Of Hades’ rotten grip.
To bring bread and water
That ceases all thirst and hunger,
And gives Man second life.
Were You not?”
As the question left my lips,
I heard from around the corner
A creaking in reply.
Curiosity spurred,
I crept around to find
The doors an inch ajar,
With a widening sliver of golden light
Pouring forth from within.
Such a peculiar glow it was,
So pleasant yet so frightfully strange.
It did not burn,
But was rather as a balm,
Or a mild, warm rain.
There I stood for many moments,
Rendered motionless
By a blend off sedative calm
And paralytic fear,
Until, carried on the streams of light
Came a gentle whisper to my ear
That spoke the sweetest, simple words:
“Dear wayward child, enter in.”
Apr 21, 2025
Apr 21, 2025 at 4:01 PM UTC
Father, listen, do you hear
The wailing spirit's desperate sound?
See you the black despair
That like a python 'round his neck is wound?
His light, it flickers, dimmer seeming,
As he off his hope is weaning,
As the stars all fall careening
From his eyes down to the ground.
He wonders if You've vanished,
Or if 𝒽ℯ is lost to ne'er be found.
Father, I know that You
And your compassion for us Men are real.
Your hands can still do miracles,
My eyes have 𝓈ℯℯ𝓃 them work and heal.
So hear my prayer as I plead
For this dear soul in dire need --
Set him from this bleak shadow freed,
Wrap him in love that he can feel!
And if he must this fire endure,
Then forge him into stronger steel.
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 9:35 AM UTC
I won't fear men whose hands cause pain
Or those that hunt the young like wolves,
For beneath the wings of my Lord is my shelter,
And He serves His justice a hundredfold.
I won't fear men whose abandon the weak
Or those that tear this body apart,
For my Savior promised He'd always be with me,
And someday, life in my new form will start.
Apr 5, 2025
Apr 5, 2025 at 9:03 PM UTC
Oh God, how long until my woes
Transfigure into peace?
Until the violent storms inside my skull
Will finally cease?
Until the gaping emptiness
I feel beneath my ribs
Is filled with warmth and joyousness?
That's all I plead You give!
Around me I see people full
With water, meat and wine.
I see them eat together --
Oh, how carefree they all dine!
When hunger hasn't gripped my gut,
I've gorged on rotten meat.
And when my throat has not been dry,
Vinegar's been my treat.
Please give me, Lord, a future hope
That isn't a mirage.
I look for peace, but pain attacks
In relentless barrage.
My spirit grumbles -- do take ear
And help my soul to thrive.
Mend this broke heart and give me strength
To want to be alive.
Apr 8, 2025
Apr 8, 2025 at 2:51 PM UTC
The ones with needle teeth that clamp themselves onto your brain,
Accusing with shrill voices 'till you've all but gone insane --
Succumb not to despair as you stare them right in the face.
Their threats are void of meaning to the one covered by grace.
The ones that have enslaved you to a thirst for toxic wells,
Guiding you as by leash, hunger consuming all your cells --
In desperation they wage war because their time is brief,
For they know that the Son of Man is coming like a thief.
The ones that feed and fester in the hearts of evil men,
Devouring the innocent and brooding in their den --
Their woeful fates in Heaven's scrolls have already been sealed,
For all the cruel shall soon be judged, and all the wounded healed.
The ones to which the Earth seems small clutched in their ****** hands,
Oppressing, stealing, killing, forming wicked schemes and plans --
Take heart, and rest your soul within the Shepherd's wings' caress!
Some day, even their knees will bow, and their tongues too confess.
Attempt they will to crush you, and to ***** our your faith's flame,
But see how legions of them cower when they hear His name!
Like roaches from the light they flee, His roar ceases their din.
The darkness trembles before Him, for in the end, we win.
Apr 9, 2025
Apr 9, 2025 at 9:48 PM UTC
It was a sunny day in May
When my hopes were stuck at sea
Counting blessings for the day
Waiting that grace might set them free
I came across a horseshoe crab
Life seemed as heavy as its shell
Burdens tacking on the tab
Waves relentlessly unquelled
Flipped helplessly undisguised
Grand purposes washed away
Blindly withering to gull cries
Despair cast around the bay
My stare breaks misfortune’s luck
Faith set aright by stronger hands
Plodding heartened from the muck
Sorrows evanescent in the sand
A weakened creature found favor
Now glides peacefully towards the deep
Trusting I too have a Savior
I surrender to His keep
May 20, 2024
May 20, 2024 at 7:04 PM UTC
As I breathed in deep fresh air,
its sharpness a timely kick to my lungs,
I uttered words of praise to God –
these words were unfeigned honest feelings.
Instantly a smothering weariness slackened its grip, faith and nature the sure-fire tonic to fragments of a bruised soul.
Overhead, Terns coasted: side to side like a pendulum.
Swirling unseen, the wind stroked my exposed skin
as the springy grass began to waltz between my uncovered toes –
the sunlit reflections on a glassy brook
unveiling a gaiety
etched on my widening smile.
Crisp water in cupped palms slapped against my butter-soft cheeks
that flushed a plump-wine-red
(full of fruitful vigour),
and satisfied the thirst for assurance – invariably found within the Lord.
May 30, 2022
May 30, 2022 at 12:36 PM UTC
I've begun to summon
a voice of my own
but it still falls short
when I need it the most.
I still have so much left to learn and yet
it just feels like I should
already know all of it.
I have only just begun
to dig my own place
in confidence and wonder and transparent faith.
but every time I look up it seems
I'm always losing my grip on more than I keep.
I am not hopeless, but
a little out-of-world, I spose.
it's been a while since I've had
a glimpse of where my path goes.
(stay by my side, Lord,
lend me Your hand.
together we'll walk
upon the dry land.)
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 2:47 PM UTC
With morning’s dawn and dew,
the blades of wet grass beckon
unto me, to cleanse… soiled
soles; as I stride across the
silence of greenery, wondrous
sparkling of unknown diamonds
mesmerize my gaze; the wealth
of my existence is enhanced,
as I envision Christ, before
His disciples, bent over their
feet… ready to humbly serve.
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 9:51 AM UTC
The ugliness of unseemly Faith
serves as an undesired deterrent
and stumbling block to the lost;
as our moral strength is spent,
we’re more apt to be watched!
The enemy will pounce as a lion,
wanting to **** and to destroy
our Hope; there’s no use trying
when the challenges to humanity
range from Life to Death. We must
rise up and strive to do good;
real Faith requires us to trust…
in the Holy One, Who sent us.
Therefore, let us live boldly!
Let’s run into the daily battle
and enjoy that we’re made holy!
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 9:48 AM UTC
It is not our responsibility,
to be carrying our sins daily;
Christ took them upon Himself
for our benefit, whereby we can
move beyond… our fallen nature.
Success isn’t based on ability,
but on our reliance upon Yahweh!
Repent from wickedness; cry unto
Him, Who saves; study and apply
His Word with diligence; ask for
divine wisdom; trust Him and gain
unimagined peace; His loving sway
reinforces the subtle and genuine
reality of a relationship with Him.
We have been instructed to choose
Life; a final death sentence awaits
us, if we ignorantly or unwittingly
insist on… carrying our sins.
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 9:47 AM UTC
Like me, even that shining moon
occasionally weeps, as we spend
time remembering you; moments
of nostalgia creep into our times
of dreams and wistful thinking.
And yet, there is a vast emptiness
that stirs our spirits.
We sorrowful souls, sob throughout
the night; the coldness of dawn
crystallizes our tears into
the morning dew and its beauty
encourages us… to cry even more.
How can we bear the loss of you?
The arid ground, greedily absorbs
our sadness without visible remorse.
Forgotten and lifeless cobwebs,
with their torn threads, now adorn
the empty landscape that marks
the boundaries of our separation.
Your absence is deafening; the moon
and I discuss ideas about the taste
of your salty tears, that you shed
from mourning our shattered union.
However, the moon remains unerringly
quiet, regarding the time, you two,
spend together! And I’m left with an
impression of unresolved jealousy.
Will you two… silently lament the
isolation of our three aching hearts?
Oh wait; why are there distant sounds
of laughter, reverberating under this
new moon, while these tears of mine,
resume its unwanted flow?
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 9:45 AM UTC
We are being prepared
for another world- one
that we can’t imagine;
the future will scare
some people with fears
unknown; being forced
to trust an unseen God,
to get over the tears
of a lifetime of pain…
seems to exceed human
comprehension. Life can
change us; we will gain
experiences that stretch
us beyond our comfort. He
wants our companionship,
to partner with wretched
souls for His utmost glory.
Now there’s another world,
waiting on our appointed
arrival… to join His story
and bask in His Presence.
We’ll observe wonders that
will amaze us, including…
the pure, eternal essence
of Who, Yahweh is!
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 6:57 PM UTC
When it comes to our Christianity,
we’re to be like tethered lambs;
ready to die for our Faith, while
displaying grace, love and humility!
Though we’re surrounded by wolves,
our Great Shepherd can keep us safe
in green meadows, under His watchful
eye; it’s usually from ourselves…
that we require the most protection.
Nothing can separate us from Yahweh
and His right hand; therefore, let’s
offer genuine praise for Salvation
and the promises expressed within
His Word, including… Life over sin.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 6:55 PM UTC
The primary failure of…
self-righteousness is that
you become your own god;
besides fouling true Faith,
you’ll never walk in Love,
since you’ll be the center
of a personal firestorm;
you’ll choose to manipulate
others for satisfaction or
gain; as a human tormentor,
you’ll never possess a peace
that’s real or everlasting.
All attributes of character
and humility will dissipate;
unable to discover a release
from Life’s miseries, you’ll
become so isolated, that the
numbness of your spirit will
unwittingly beckon Death’s
realm to be… the solitary fuel
of your own destruction.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 6:53 PM UTC
Are we not to be the…
faint illumination of
Christ, reflecting Him
with actions of Love?
As terrestrial beings,
we’re continually mired
by an encasement of clay;
can our Faith be fired
up by our relationship to
our eternal Lord and Savior?
Fake Christianity will be
revealed in poor behaviors
that can be recognized by
anyone; as human candles,
Faith can shine brightly.
Avoiding personal scandals
is achievable, when we’re
purposed to live as Christ.
After all, no one else can
provide… everlasting Life!
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 4:47 PM UTC
A poor perception of Christianity
is the ongoing failure of the Faith
to treat all people evenly within…
a circle of inclusion; who will see
past the shortcomings of humanity,
in order to spiritually grow? Ideas
of our accountability, accompanied
by genuine, personal responsibility
dictate that we treat every soul
in the same manner of Love, without
thoughts of the trivial attributes
that separate us; under the control
of God’s Kingdom, we remain equals.
Since we’re supposed to serve one
another, shouldn’t we help everyone
with a mandate to perform God’s will?
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 9:25 AM UTC
God is aware of the ugliness
of our sin; not confessing to
Him, ensures that misery will
replace our joy; seriousness
of the Human condition should
not be an excuse that keeps us
from reaching out to Him in a
prayer of repentance. Could
we allow… known imperfections
to define us, when forgiveness
is readily available? How can
we choose to dismiss Salvation
when we possess His holy breath
and the chance to escape Death?
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 9:24 AM UTC
When will Humanity shed…
his blinders of ignorance?
Salvation can’t be found…
outside of Christ’s death
and glorious resurrection.
Can our inherit arrogance,
which is questionably based
on the accumulation of data
that’s carefully culled, be
worth a future without God?
Nothing we claim, stops Him
from being the Alpha & Omega.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 2:08 PM UTC
The theologian's heart sits heavy in his chest.
He has searched, sought, and out-thought the best.
Yet, he has nothing to show for his quest but gray hairs and a book nest.
Scoffers scoff as scoffers do.
Such is expected, for the Way is few.
The theologian needs not a pat on the back.
Nor gold, for he has no lack.
He knows that of making books there is no end,
He has no credit by which to lend.
Still he writes, and still he reads
Still he taps, and still he kneads
Until his heavy heart stops beating.
Now he'll see if his theology was fleeting.
Such it was if not God he's meeting and if not Christ he's greeting.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC
There are times that I take You for granted,
But You still stay with me and that’s what You wanted.
I hurt You so many times,
But in me Your love still shines.
There came to a point that I doubted You,
But You still want to make me new.
You keep proving me that You want me,
And that You always want to be.
You never leave my side,
Though I sometimes go out and be wild.
You never grew tired of me,
Though I keep on disobeying Thee.
Forgive me for always disappointing You,
And please help me to always let You.
I admit I can’t do this alone,
Even most of the times I do things on my own.
Thank You and just please keep being patient with me,
I know by faith, because and for You being tamed I will surely be.
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 8:43 PM UTC
Some men seek flesh which does not belong to them.
Others, gold, or colored paper worn extraordinarily thin.
Still others covet gadgets and toys that tinker.
Some merely are after the liberty to be a free-thinker.
While I see the value of gold and liberty,
One will grow old, while the other is found in tranquility.
So then, as I sojourn, my eyes are set on the Trinity.
And because of the pity of Divinity,
I am already a citizen of that unseen city.
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 11:45 PM UTC
There He lay in the grave. Nay, but not for long.
The Author of life had been written death.
The light of God engulfed by the darkness of men.
For three days, darkness appeared victorious. But such was an illusion.
There exists no real victory in darkness, no true triumph in evil.
The temporary rule of wrong is always doomed.
And on that day when He arose, 'twas a reminder for those--who three days earlier had delivered blows--that while God's light may grow dim, it cannot be extinguished at the Devil's whim.
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC