Soul Of Heaven
Had we a soul to contrive a blessed nature
The essence of our spirit resides in the bed of dreams.
Natures are compact with age, souls keep,
But both the walking and talking of our spirit is the spine.
Had we a soul to connive the world would be in oblivion,
Opening resorts blessed with reports of you.
Had the realm of heaven opened its gates to
Us who are fountain, we would surely perish in pleasure.
The rivers so functional with water
Happen to be excellent and brilliant
As their course is to heavenly splendour.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Life's Standing Law
Law to arrogance void of sight
To prideful souls astray
Blessed is the heart with Truth &Light
Revealing Heaven’s Way
Blessed is the child humble at heart
The meek on bended knee
Surely The Lord will peace impart
And set bound spirits free
Blessed is the man woman and child
Who seek Salvation’s Dawn
Who’ve quit their wayward running wild
To find their souls reborn
Blessed is the child with Godly fear
Who seeks but righteous gain
Love’s grace will dry each bitter tear
And vanquish every pain
Blessed is the child who mourns today
Who’s spirit’s mild and poor
Who trusts in God, who Christ obey
And through true faith endure
Blessed is the child suffering now
The gracious who forgive
Who’s knees to Jesus humbly bow
That other souls may live
Blessed are the ones who truly thirst
Who hunger night and day
Who place God’s Son and neighbours first
Along The Narrow Way
Blessed is the heart of selflessness
The soul that walks in peace
The child who’s aim is righteousness
The God! Who gives increase
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Life’s Standing Law
Law to arrogance void of sight
To prideful souls astray
Blessed is the heart with Truth &Light
Revealing Heaven’s Way
Blessed is the child humble at heart
The meek on bended knee
Surely The Lord will peace impart
And set bound spirits free
Blessed is the man woman and child
Who seek Salvation’s Dawn
Who’ve quit their wayward running wild
To find their souls reborn
Blessed is the child with Godly fear
Who seeks but righteous gain
Love’s grace will dry each bitter tear
And vanquish every pain
Blessed is the child who mourns today
Who’s spirit’s mild and poor
Who trusts in God, who Christ obey
And through true faith endure
Blessed is the child suffering now
The gracious who forgive
Who’s knees to Jesus humbly bow
That other souls may live
Blessed are the ones who truly thirst
Who hunger night and day
Who place God’s Son and neighbours first
Along The Narrow Way
Blessed is the heart of selflessness
The soul that walks in peace
The child who’s aim is righteousness
The God! Who gives increase
poem by Michael P. Johnson
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Trinity Of Carnatic Music 2-Muthuswamy Dhikshitar
Blessed Yogi when blessed
Blessed was your cognizant mastery
To be blessed from the sacred depths
Devi Ganga to treasure you with Rama-Veena
Blessed later when the Lord of Tiruttani
Blessed was 'you' with your vibhakti kritis
To be blessed from the heavenly treasury
'GuruGuha' to treasure you in bouffant compendium
Blessed your sanskrit lexicon when blessed
Blessed Navavarna kritis blossomed in stacks
To be blessed then planetary nine in seven talas
Extended seventy two Kartas issuing varieties aplenty
Blessed your peripatetic journey when blessed
Blessed Amrithavarshini pattered driving drought
To be blessed you then to sing to Madurai Meenakshi
'Meenalochani Pasamochani'to board you of Her abode
Blessed scholar with blessed knowledge
Blessed verbarian, blessed musician
To be blessed is we O'Guru, by your soul
Devis and deities from your resort of music
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Mended
When turbulence overtakes me
And it seems everyone forsakes me
My heart within me is rended
Yet my soul is ascended
And my spirit is transcended
Because through blessed visitation,
Jesus invitation, and Holy Spirit inspiration
I am mended
To be healed one must yield to God's Will
A repentent and humble soul He will fill
With graces enough to get through the day
And upon bended knees one begins to pray
Promising to follow Jesus' Way
Because through blessed visitation,
Jesus invitation, and Holy Spirit inspiration
One is mended.
poem by Mel Patterson
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A Boon Nature Is For Man!
Man has to learn great lessons from not books but Nature!
Education provides just the fundamentals and foundation,
Basing which he has to build world learning from Nature.
So, he has to go out of the portals of education to Nature!
Nature is everywhere and man is part of Nature forever!
If he enjoys animal pleasure or aesthetic pleasure or
If he intellectually explores truth or mystically enjoys bliss,
If he digs or builds using Earth, it is one and the same!
Nature is living scientific art man has to explore the truth
With his heart, mind and soul through woman, art, Nature!
Five elements of Nature like air, fire, water, land and space
Man is made up of and is everywhere he has to explore!
His exploration will help him how to transform himself to spirit
And mingle himself with the all pervading spirit of bliss in Nature!
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Blessed Are The Poor In Spirit
Did you ever understand this?
If my spirit was poor, how could I enter heaven?
Was I depressed?
Understanding editing,
I see how a comma, removed or inserted
with careful plan,
can change everything.
I was reminded of this
when a poor young man
in Tunisia
desperate to live
and humiliated for trying
set himself ablaze;
I felt uncomfortably warm
as if scalded by his shame.
I do not have to sell vegetables from a cart as he did
or live in narrow rooms too small for spacious thought;
and, at this late date,
I do not worry that someone will
remove every single opportunity
for me to thrive.
Still, I am connected to, inseparable from,
this young man.
Blessed are the poor, in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Jesus. (Commas restored) .
Jesus was as usual talking about solidarity: about how we join with others
and, in spirit, feel the world, and suffering, the same as them.
This is the kingdom of owning the other as self, the self as other;
that transforms grief into
peace and delight.
I, and you, might enter the heaven
of right here
through this door.
In this spirit, knowing we are blessed,
we might remain poor
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Bright be the place of thy soul
I
Bright be the place of thy soul!
No lovelier spirit than thine
E'er burst from its mortal control,
In the orbs of the blessed to shine.
On earth thou wert all but divine,
As thy soul shall immortally be;
And our sorrow may cease to repine
When we know that thy God is with thee.
When we know that thy God is with thee.
Bright be the place of thy soul,
No lovelier spirit than thine
E'er burst from its mortal control,
In the orbs of the blessed to shine.
II
Light be the turf of thy tomb!
May its verdure like emeralds be!
There should not be the shadow of gloom,
In ought that reminds us of thee.
Young flow'rs and an evergreen tree,
May grow o'er the spot of thy rest.
But nor cypress nor Yew let us see,
For why should we mourn for the blest?
For why should we mourn for the blest?
Bright be the place of thy soul,
No lovelier spirit than thine
E'er burst from its mortal control,
In the orbs of the blessed to shine.
poem by Byron from The Hebrew Melodies (1815)
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An Arsenal of Spiritual Dynamite
i come to bow my soul, kneel upon your mighty name, the
light that illuminates my spirit, beyond other power on earth
and in the heaven who brings me to the eternal Father, my
immortal Adonai, the one who is and pre-existed in name,
exalted amongst angels and saints in heaven and in earth
you are my Redeemer; please redeem me, for you are the
fullness of thy body; come bow down my soul, kneel upon
your great altar of mercy. live and leads my sole spirit to
your kingdom, where everything comes to exist and end to
your salvation of peace amongst earthly moulds, oh! my
immortal soul, rejoice thy eternal dimension of saints and
angels
you are my Redeemer; please redeem me, for you are
fullness of the eternal grace, You are my mind, bring me
forth to the fortress, of your heavenly kingdom, my
completeness belongs only to you take me Lord, where you
reign forever, for you are my repose, and give me the perfect
gift that cannot be grasped by any living being in this time
give me Lord, the wisdom to understand, the authority when
i ask; to heal and cleanse my body, through Jesus Christ, the
name above every name and redeemer of my eternal light soul
and spirit, the begotten son of the Father, who is the first born
of the Pleroma of grace
as i invoke, in Jesus name, grant thy humble human heart
to see and anchor my ears in your precious blood, let my faith
and hope lives in your everlasting life, and my spirit be in your
arm; place me, in your beloved elect and thy blessed greatness
of your love, may the psychic God, of the universe, grant me the
wonderful mystery of your heavenly kingdom
may the faith of your humble servant to be in you in all your
greatness and power, and may your glory, praise and wisdom
lives in our souls and spirit forever and ever, Amen
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Water and Spirit
A son does what he sees and,
A daughter does what see see too;
For this world do go around us to learn always.
At the seventh hour,
At the moving of the water,
Of the scraps that remained after the work;
Begotten of water and spirit for the wind to blow where it will,
And others born of the flesh like a keeper who gets the ball.
Born of the spirit,
A player scores a goal!
Rivers of living waters like clay with the spittle;
He is of age and she is of age too,
But a man's mind is full of darkness.
Of ears to hear,
Of eyes to see and,
Of a nose to smell with too;
But the measure you give is the measure you get.
When the water moves,
The spirit gives life;
Like heavenly bodies and earthly things,
But deep inside the well is the darkeness of death.
The bridegroom gets the bride and,
The light of life is for us all to share;
Like water and spirit on the muse of one's birth.
I came into to share my mind,
You came into life to play your part,
For this world is like the water and the spirit around us;
But the wind blows to where it will.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Within the Forest Depths
Esmeralda’s bliss is of an acquired taste, only to be sought
By those willing to meet and converse with the Gods.
Within the forest depths the child of natures undressing is lost,
Blessed as he is with the ability to perceive the truth
Without proof of his existence he questions the soul within the looking glass.
The presence of the elder folk upon this earthly plain
Have awoken within his heart a yearning to behold
The beauty of a creation ancient before Father Time’s hand.
This land of entwined beauty breathes life in spiral love
And our lords above appreciate our adoration for through
A love of nature may we embrace the nature of our souls
And through opening our heart to Esmeralda’s bliss may we be whole.
poem by David Lacey
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Holy Beings- Every Body Every Soul!
Radiant Souls
Eclipsing
past and future thought
forever forging forward
in the amber of the moment
Sensitive souls pensive souls
pondering the acts of
senseless wandering souls
compassionate omnipresent
soul penetrating souls
So many helpful serving souls
running earthly errands
cycling loves communal cosmic laundry
Oh the selfless nature of the soul!
Holy beings!
Every body
every inch Sacred
god given nakedness!
Vessel of the soul
cosmic conscious
mind receptive body!
Blessed be all Bodies!
Sinewy stretched
Muscles tensed in exercise
laid out in relaxed release
Oh the Brio of the Body!
Always and everywhere...
everyone you find:
The priest, The goddess
The Mother, The savior
The teacher, the student
the Father, The Son, the Daughter:
Earthly lovers, every body divine
All heavenly souls...inseparably intertwined!
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Nobody Moves
Nobody moves in me, not anyone,
I am silent as a heavenly soul;
My dreams reveal a hidden image
Of persuasion, of excellence.
My visage is ghostly, forever,
And in this formula rhymes success.
Will disbelief triumph when the soul
Has been tested?
The soul has reverence for the sick
Just as tall men carry weight.
The soul is dead, and in pleasant heaven,
Opening many thoughts and feelings due to old age.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Discovery of Divine Spirit!
Is it indwelling spirit or Nature activating human?
Nature kindles mind to realise divine everywhere;
Going deep in all things reach one finally to the core
Where lives the eternal spirit activating all ever...!
Unlike animal going by instinct man explores by mind
All only to be confused as peeling onion endlessly on
And willingly suspending all ideas mystically indulges
In Nature at last to find an answer conclusive ever...!
Mind in communion with Nature man feels divine spirit
That opens door of heart like opening petals of lotus
To reveal the golden yellow divine dwelling deep finally
That actually activates mind, heart and soul of man...!
Discovery of inner spirit having communion with Nature,
Universal Spirit finally brings peace and bliss all long for!
poem by Ramesh T A
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A True Blessed Hope
Christ is indeed for us my friend, our true Blessed Hope for the end,
He is our Blessed Hope my friend, in that we will see a brighter end.
This Hope is something we can’t see, that we can know is sure to be.
And this hope is for all who come, to a living faith in God’s Only Son.
In Jesus Christ we’re set apart, through faith in Him at the very start,
We’re set apart when we’re saved, from a world that’s quite depraved.
We’re seated in a Heavenly place, through the work of Saving Grace,
And sealed by The Spirit of God, and protected in this world we trod.
Placed on a much different path, and saved so we don’t suffer wrath.
The Wrath of God is sure to come, but not on men who love The Son.
We’re sealed until our redemption, and my friend there’s no exemption,
Once He comes to live in our heart, Christ my friend will never depart.
The Man of Sin is being held at bay, and he shall be up until that day.
Being held back until that very hour, by The Spirit’s restraining Power.
An hour of trial coming upon men, left on earth following Satan’s plan.
Our light will not in the world, when Satan’s darkened plan is unfurled.
For he will be revealed on the day, when The Holy Spirit is taken away.
And that’s the day my dear friend, Believers shall see the brighter end.
For on that day Christ will descend, to the clouds to meet us my friend.
And every believer will one day see, what for many today is a mystery.
The Blessed Hope brings us Salvation, while all others face tribulation.
Jesus is our Blessed Hope indeed, and all the assurance that we need.
Friend there can be no denial, that we’ll be kept from that hour of trial.
Jesus will keep us from that hour, by His Grace and Sovereign Power.
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The Sermon On he Mount (Bible Poems For Children)
Jesus preached the gospel in Galilee,
Healing the sick, by the sea.
When he saw the large crowd,
He climbed the mountain,
preached very loud.
When the spirit is poor, with no hates,
The blessed kingdom, of heaven awaits.
Blessed are the gentle, and meek,
The earth is yours, to have and keep.
When hearts are pure, softly trod,
Someday your eyes will surely see God.
Let your light shine, in this world below,
So your good works will always show.
When you enter your room in prayer,
God will always meet you there.
Don't worry about clothing, and such,
God will provide with very much.
Jesus spoke as a teacher that day,
God will wash your sins away
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My heavenly Father
My heavenly Father, I just want to thank you.
As the sunrise to proclaim the dawning of another day,
I lift my humble cry heavenward to you.
God, I thank you for blessing me in an unimaginable way.
My heavenly Father, I just want to thank you.
In spite of my many sins and numerous transgressions,
I must realize that I am blessed by you.
Through them, You taught me some valuable lessons.
My heavenly Father, I just want to thank you.
As the sunshine cascade down upon my awakening frame,
I just want to thank you, my heavenly Father.
One more day, I can rise to sing praises to your Name.
My heavenly Father, I just want to thank you.
I am divinely blessed to be in the land of the living.
I truly thank you, my heavenly Father.
I am blessed to be alive because my sins are forgiven.
poem by Reginald Walker
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Visit From God
God came to me today...
He showed me how to pray...
In Heavenly words spoken on this day--
He blessed my way-he blessed my way;
He came unto my heart and soul...
And altered my aims and my goals...
Taught me how to truly live---
Taught me compassion and how to forgive;
His words are so very wise...
They are as shining rays from Heavens skies...
He taught me to love and not to despise...!
He wiped the tears from my eyes;
God came to me today...
And now i will always pray...
His words i continually replay--
He blessed my way-he blessed my way;
May 26,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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A Soul Pit
I rescued my soul from its Drowning Pit
awash with seething anger and sorrowful regrets
offering it gentle release and conversation
to recant the journey brought it to the Pit
and how the road there might have revealed
signposts, warnings and beseeches.
It could not catch its breath and I spoke first
asking how it came to that state
where it was willing to chance suicide
and toss itself overboard to oblivion.
'The soul you know' I said 'lives on forever
and cannot die
how then was it then you planned to down fall
and expire, a Soulful death
which by definition cannot be:
no soul dies-
it lives on if harmed in suffering.'
My Soul composed its words, speaking slowly
'True I did not die even as I bottomed in the Pit
but Soul's you know can be obscured and lose
the will to continue to live if their Spirit force is
drained from them dry.'
That Spirit Force is the Soul's origin, its life force;
for Life itself gives birth to all Souls you know.'
'Soul you are wise' I said ' What will you do now
to regain that spark
without which Eternity dies?
Will you avoid another attempt as suicide? '
Oh, Soul said I know I'll not die, it is just that
sometimes a Soul, untested, without trials, held in reserve,
withers away standing up.
'The Pit, ' Soul said quipping, 'was just a stop.'
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Rivers
In dreams we see the magical flight,
Of crystal waves flying free,
To where the glass of waters meet,
Cruise in a dream upon the sea.
Darkness split the billowing floods,
Flung out brooks into mighty rivers,
To wash the steps down the slopes,
Into slippery streams of tributaries.
Rivers of water run down our eyes,
And let fountain disperse into tears,
In search we find the painful wishes,
Define the sum of all our fears.
The rush of tears we cannot control,
Memories enter the draining basin,
Sorrows like rivers meanders in our soul,
Feelings poured into floodplain.
We heard their voices from the deep,
Soul of our soul where we cannot reach,
The cry which leaves the darken void asleep,
In lonely shadow seen on the beach.
Together we stand, amidst the defiant roar,
And souls that lie at ease deep beneath,
Sleep in tragic tombs amidst the surfing water,
And spirits sail on to the safest harbour.
poem by Gerry Legister
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To Hannah
Spirit girl to whom 'twas given
To revisit scenes of pain,
From the hell I thought was Heaven
You have lifted me again;
Through the world that I inherit,
Where I loved her ere she died,
I am walking with the spirit
Of a dead girl by my side.
Through my old possessions only
For a very little while,
And they say that I am lonely,
And they pity, but I smile:
For the brighter side has won me
By the calmness that it brings,
And the peace that is upon me
Does not come of earthly things.
Spirit girl, the good is in me,
But the flesh you know is weak,
And with no pure soul to win me
I might miss the path I seek;
Lead me by the love you bore me
When you trod the earth with me,
Till the light is clear before me
And my spirit too is free.
poem by Henry Lawson
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