A Walk in Verse: faith

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Saturday, December 6

Yes or No

Yes or no calling
to the hearts of those confused
inside the unknown;
Make your answer known to all,
without wavering from it.

Sunday, November 30

With a Twinkle

moonlight,
with a twinkle,
guards against wickedness;
sanctuary from the unseen
saviour

Tuesday, November 25

Touch of Kindness

a touch of kindness
with an act of charity,
a world, chaos free;
focusing on the needy
- helping those of low esteem.

Monday, November 17

Hearts Winter Holiday

Gods sentence lies
in our hearts winter holiday;
laying hands on the sick,
delivering people scorned by society;
a sincere desire to protect;
selfless servants,
helpers on a mission for humanity.

Friday, November 14

When I was young and meek
I would sit and stare into the outer darkness
scanning the skyline, watching the moonlight
shinning across eternity, waiting to see,
just for a short while, no matter how brief,
the face of God shine upon me.

And as I stood and prayed, looking up and away
into the night sky, my father would whisper and say,
ever so sternly,
     “son, let me help you see,
     no matter how briefly,
     the face of God shine
     as you are seeking.”

And blessed be his soul,
for God only knows
time and time again
he would try to help me see,
just for a short while,
the face of God shine upon me.

He would stand near, watching, as a guardian angel
watching over one of God's earthly sons;
trying to help me see the light
as I knelt before God;
hands clasped,
head bowed,
thinking
     - maybe this time,
     just for a short while,
     the face of God will shine upon me.

And as my father gazed into my eyes,
reassuring me with his every breath,
that this time, unlike the last,
he would bring me closer,
if even only for a short while,
to see the God face shine up on me.

As my father began to help me see,
he would carelessly beat me,
until my blood filled gaze
was drenched with unrelenting pain
     crushing,
     bruising,
     breaking my skin
     over and over and over again,
and in that moment of time,
he would surely try to help me see,
if even only for a short while,
the face God shine up on me.

And when my breath was barely left,
my life would pass before my eyes;
     ready to fade,
     no strength remained;
          drifting, from this world
          into the next,
          with my last breath spent,
               the face of God has finally
               shined upon me.

Saturday, November 1

She Calls

Calling out, my voice still sings
Hopeful you'll hear my words serene
Of compassion, kindness and mercy.
Cruel are your ways inflicted upon me,
Hastily scorning my lyrical warnings;
Merciful cries with my hands raising wide,
Accelerating, your eyes now deny - my sagacity.

Monday, October 27

Rumi: Rules of Love

"God is a meticulous clock maker.
So precise is His order
that everything on earth
happens in its own time.
Neither a minute late
nor a minute early.

And for everyone without exception,
the clock works accurately.
For each there is
a time to love
and a time to die."

Monday, September 14

A New Era

A new era of darkness embarks upon us,
A darkness of which our fathers have never known.
One in which many are butchered in the name of morality
As they reject the conversion of their souls.

They accept torture for their fate
As they accept martyrdom for their faith.
Their only desire – to walk in the precepts of their King:
The Creator, the King of kings!

Thursday, July 9

Modern Day Prophets

I sit and cry in great disdain
At the way men speak of God in vain.
The lies they spew from the pulpit so sweet,
Deceiving each and every feeble sheep.

I feel like we are in the days of Old
Right before Noah was told:
Build the ark, and prepare
For a day of wrath the world will bear.

Modern day prophets speak in lies
As the sheep are clueless as to what they imply
For they never open the book of law
To know if the truth was set before them all.

They play this game with their souls,
Condemning themselves to a life unknown,
Of torture and pain for the rest of their days
As the false teachers preach the insane.

For these sleepless sheep of our modern day
Live their lives in chaos and rage.
They rebuke the truth for the lies they love,
In order to justify their earthly lusts.

Wednesday, May 27

Find Their Way

Greatness comes from within,
From mighty men born into sin.
They find their way
In the Truth each day,
Wandering through
– Rivers of dismay.

Sunday, May 24

I Take What is not Mine

Lord, I take what is rightfully yours,
I dance the night right across the floors.
I refuse to give to your earthly stores:
I take what is yours so I can explore.

I do not give to those that are in need;
I give to myself out of earthly greed.
I break the promise you ask me to keep,
To help everyone in desperate need.

I beg you remove my heart of darkened stone,
Teaching me to obey the ways you condone;
Showing me your will,
Instead of my own.

Please remove my contention that is set;
Give to me, or pay another's debt.
My heart has turned into hardened stone,
Earthly idols – won’t leave me alone.

Teach me, Lord, how to share, even more,
Test my heart in helping out the poor;
Giving to those who live dire need,
Giving with a heart that is empty of greed.

Allow me to help those in dire need,
Especially the orphans, the windows and the weak.
For plenty, you have given,
And greatly I’ve received.

Sunday, April 26

My Grandfather

There was a man that I once knew
Who was righteous in the way he stood.
He was a man of love and honor,
Who lived as men should.

His heart was strong like the lion,
Yet his deeds as gentle as snow.
He sought to help the needy
Whenever the path was shown.

He loved little children
And helped all those in need.
He was kind to all who knew him,
For he was a great man indeed.

Humble were his actions,
Yet strong and brave was he.
He saved many during his duty
And later in life, he saved me.

The memories I will cherish
Reminiscing of the days
Traveling along the highways
To places far and away.

He taught me how to be a man
And how to love a wife.
He showed me the path to G-d,
And how I should live my life.

This man is no longer with me
As he passed not so long ago.
His memories will never leave me,
So now I will no longer mourn.

My children will grow to know him
From the words that I will speak.
They will learn how to love HaShem,
By the lessons my Grandfather did teach.

My tears are finally silenced
As I sit and think of him.
His lessons I will greatly cherish;
My grandfather I will surely miss.

Sunday, April 12

O Wisdom

O Wisdom where hast thou gone?
The mountains swell with rivers of arrogance.
They flow pleasures of iniquity into their streams:
Setting snares of melancholy that connects the seas.

These mountains, O Wisdom, no longer seek your ways.
Her rivers overflow into the arms of self-entitlement
As they bring forth their spoils of immorality:
Filling the seas with pleasures of worldly lust!

O Wisdom, these mountains are drunk upon a new wine.
A wine that flows into the arms of a crescent moon
That brings forth a light to raise her cedars of war
Against the rivers of self-indulgence.

Without you, O Wisdom, these rivers seek what they cannot see
As this moon shines her fury upon these waters of ignorance!
Her light shines upon these rivers with shades of red,
As her cedars paint desolation upon them!

You, O Wisdom, we patiently await your return:
Every mountain will tremble before your name:
Rivers will vanish and light will no longer shine
As your winds will storm from the heavens above!

O Wisdom, Your glory will reign upon a new sea
That will form in a land where morality resides!
You, O Wisdom, will drain these red stained waters
Into the wells of refinement!

Selah!

Sunday, August 10

My Eyes

My eyes have faded into the darkness of night;
My mind is haunted with visions of white.
Light decomposes into perils of gray,
The visions I knew no longer remain.

If you look upon me,
Suffering not seen;
Internal agony
Has raised against me.

I travel my days in confusion and rage;
Vision of spirals torment my gaze.
My eyes cannot see the painterly light
As beautiful hues turn black and white.

If you look upon me,
Suffering not seen;
Internal agony
Has raised against me.

My life has changed from this moment in time
As I cry to seek the painterly light.
And with these eyes of carnage and pain
Are spirals that blind with colors of gray.

If you look upon me,
Suffering not seen;
Internal agony
Has raised her hand unmercifully.

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