Peace & Poetry

Category: Poetry

  • the Bush & the Bee

    the Bush & the Bee

    Even in observing flowers and bees, nature teaches us to love by an unlikely romance. Watchfully we learn to trust the process and and appreciate devine order.

  • O Focus, wherefore art thou?

    O Focus, wherefore art thou?

    Focus is most important for an artist or anyone who wants to accomplish something big. Our interaction with Focus is like a relationship.

  • Yo, pobre

    Yo, pobre

    As I reflect upon poverty in the world, I’m ever reminded: I’m no better than they!

  • Better than birds

    Better than birds

    At dusk doth the devil rage, Making war against the saints; Traversing fields of dreams; Sowing seeds of doubt. Disrupting spiritual gaze With subconscious temptations To deceive and prey. I pray when I awake My soul, he not take. For it is safe in the hands Of Him whose promise stands, And none of His…

  • Longing

    Longing

    My God, I feel a longing above the face of the deep, deep within Me. I try to be strong in this world I don’t belong. My God, I feel a longing As You bring me along This long, long path to learn good from bad and right from wrong. My God, I feel a…

  • Disconnecting

    Disconnecting

    Disconnecting is protecting the soul from corruption and hearkening to the Spirit’s instruction. Disconnecting is inspecting the mind’s contentions; the putting aside of false pretensions. Disconnecting is directing the heart’s provocation from strife to life in true determination. In disconnecting one’s able to be a hearer that hears; having eyes that see. And I heard…

  • Choose righteousness

    Choose righteousness

    Grow not weary of well-doing, but walk in the works of God which he hath preordained before the foundation of the world, that you might walk in them. Lose not sight of your reward which will assuredly await you if you hold fast to that holy gospel which you have learned from the beginning. Set…

  • black or white

    black or white

    This piece, published in Vibrations Magazine, is a reflection of the relationship between race and religion in America.

  • the dream

    the dream

    Morning of May 10th… Last night I dreamed Of most vivid proportion The cities shaken In dramatic destruction Cables whipping No more shocked than I Ashes raining Like snow in July Cars tumbling Down mountains of street Dogs buried in holes Several feet deep My heart, a drum That beats and pounds As I frantically…

  • safe

    safe

    Though change comes upon the world as a thief, you need not be caught at naught. Love is a guiding light; a strong defense. Believe, and you’ll not be moved.