My Chapbook Collection of Christian Poetry and Poems about God is Now Available for Sale

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Hello, everyone! I have recently published my first chapbook of Christian poems titled “A Voice in the Wilderness – A Chapbook of Poems about God”. This has been developed and polished over the past six months or so. I am happy with the final product and hope you find encouragement in the poems but also a validation that the spiritual life is not all sunshine and rainbows. We all struggle. We all have periods of questions and/or doubt. But it is the yearning that keeps us coming back for more and allows us to experience joy.

You can purchase either on Amazon or on my own bookstore (it is cheaper and has free shipping on my store) and is available on the Kindle and in paperback.

Amazon: Kindle Paperback

Inkspiration Books (my bookstore): Paperback

Thank you for your support!

Autumn – Love Poem For Her

Posted on by under Poems On Nature, Poetry 
Autumn

Lovely as the leaves
decorated in their colorful clothes
in the midst of October, 

brisk and crisp as the breeze
that electrifies and blows
at September's closure, 

and mystifying as the spells
of magic that cover
the forest in fall;

it's no wonder I fell
and never wanted another - 
my forever love, my all. 

Justin Farley

Walking On Air A Poem About Faith and Meaning in Life

Posted on by under Personal Development, Poetry, Spirituality 
Walking on Air

I once walked away from belief
but only found air at my feet.
All meaning and substance had ceased - 
pulled wherever passion blew me
like the wind on a falling leaf.
I thought I was seeking freedom;
what I found was only more chains.
To live with purpose and reason
we must seek more than selfish gains.

-Justin Farley

Orion, the Hunter – A Poem

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Orion the Hunter
ORION, THE HUNTER

Orion, hunter of the skies,
I'm jealous of you. 
Every time I look up I find
you with your bow drawn
and an arrow nocked,
ready to be shot out into the universe.
That must be one happy hunting
ground you roam.
While I sit at home,
trying to find a way
to spend even a day
out in the freedom of the forest.
I'm rapidly aging and restless,
and you appear ageless.
I don't see any wrinkles on your face.
You seem just as nimble
as you did in my youth.
We posses nuclear weapons in our arsenal;
you're still wearing a quiver,
that same belt
you were wearing thousands of years ago,
and your kills are still done with a long bow.
Our technology continues to grow.
And yet, you remain mostly unchanged
with all the time in the world
to do that which you love.
Have we missed something?
Because, Orion, I'm jealous of you. 

Justin Farley

The Road to Recovery – A Poem by Justin Farley

Posted on by under Addiction, Mental Health, Personal Development, Poetry, Recovery 
The Road to Recovery

I tried walking away from madness,
seeking peace.
But found I was bound and a captive,
unable to retreat.
Astonished, I looked down at shackles
clasped around my hands and feet.
I have hollered until I was hoarse;
solitude is the only company I keep.
What is left now other than to shrink
within my cell and accept defeat?
But wait...what if this freedom I seek
lies juxtaposed to relief?
Maybe I need to start asking why
these feelings run so deep.
Yes, the road to recovery
begins with acceptance
and ends with peace.

Justin Farley

Sun or Sorrow – Rhyming Love Poem

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Ocean Waves At Dawn on a Sunny Morning
Sun or Sorrow

The wind may blow where it wishes
and may change from day to day. 
But you can trust that this is
where my heart will always stay.

My love for you mocks the seasons;
it's as constant as the sun's rise.
It never falters or weakens
like the ebb of the tides.

I chose you for forever - 
not just for today or even tomorrow.
You can count that we'll be together
whether there be sun or sorrow.

Justin Farley

I Believe In Angels Now – A Love Poem

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I Believe in Angels Now

I was falling through black endless night
until you caught and tucked me
safely beneath your wings.
You brought me back into the light
where my heart once more
could rejoice and sing.

I believe in angels now.
For I wake next to one
every night and every day.
Of all the blessings God endows,
nothing compares to you
who offered a ship when I was a castaway.

Justin Farley

Purpose – A Poem About Growth and Flowers

Posted on by under Personal Development, Poems On Nature, Poetry, Uncategorized 
Purpose

Waiting in the darkness
is the catalyst for change.
A seed hides just beneath the soil
and toils to germinate.
It breaks out of its hard, lifeless shell
and reaches desperately for the sun.
It takes root and won't stop until it's done
flowering and offering
exactly what it was born to give -
beauty to the world.

Justin Farley

Morning Star – A Short Poem of Hope

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Morning Star

Morning star, 
oh, how faithful you are
to lead me across the sea of night.
In the midst of my toughest fight,
hope is never far -
I can look up and find strength in your light.

Morning star, shine.
Lift up this heavy heart of mine.
Remind me that Dawn is beginning to rise.
She is yawning, calling for the night's demise.
Morning star, shine! Shine!
For hope is anchored to your presence in the skies.

-Justin Farley

Books and Tattoos – Why We Love Reading

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InkSpiration Books Blog

(Originally published at https://www.inkspirationbooks.com/blogs/book-collecting-blog/books-and-tattoos-why-we-love-reading)

I don’t have any tattoos. I’ve thought about it but have no real desire to get one. Mainly, I think, because I’d want my tattoos to be meaningful and represent myself in the present as well as the future. The problem with my personality is that I change so much and have such a vast menagerie of interests that it’s hard knowing what wouldn’t just embarrass my future self. Plus, I’m not overly fond of needles…so I stick to books.

Books? How are books anything like tattoos? I’ve heard many people describe feather quill pen with ink bottletattooing as a way of using their body as way of documenting or telling the story of their life. Tattoos are an artful, physical representation of one’s “self” – the person you used to be and the person you are now. They embody your personality and interests on your skin.

Books do the…

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