Author: Justin Farley
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New Collection of Poems “Nature’s Bounty” Now Available
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I am excited to announce that my latest chapbook of poetry is now available on Amazon in both kindle and paperback formats. These poems have gone through many edits, and I’ve invested lots of time in them. They are centered around my love for nature and also the wisdom we can learn from it. While…
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Feathers A Christian Poem About Letting Go of Fear and Worry
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Feathers The weight of the world is a feather in the hand of its maker. It does not burden, break, or bury the one who reigns outside of Time and Space’s domain. Our behemoths are merely single barbs attached to that weightless shaft that flutters like the forest’s souvenirs given to a child, fallen from…
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Is It Bad To Be Codependent?
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If you’re waiting until you have everything together and not going to bring any baggage or negative energy into a relationship before you look for one, you’re either going to die single or you’re a liar. No one is perfect.
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The Tragedy of The Parable of the Prodigal Son
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No single sin disqualifies you from the love of God, but your pride disqualifies God from your love. It is the deadliest and most serious of all sins. Yes, even worse than murder. Maybe not in the eyes of the law but in the eyes of God.
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Contemplating and Discerning God’s Will
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We can never know with absolute certainty what God’s will is; we can only do our best to keep an open place in our mind and heart for the Spirit to speak to us, constantly revising where we’re headed based upon His promptings.
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My First Collection of Poetry is Free!
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The kindle version of my chapbook, “A Voice in the Wilderness”, is currently free on Amazon through Sunday. I would truly appreciate you leaving a rating and/or review 😊 You can find it at https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08JHC5Z8N/⠀
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Summertime Poem
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SummertimeClementine nectar drips down the chin.Summertime angels swim through the air again.The crack of a bat under the lights.Kaleidoscope fire explodes in the night.Root beer floats, cotton candy dreams.Capture the flag on neighborhood teams.July heat brings sprinklers and hoses to cool;lounging on rafts, diving in pools.Wading in creek beds catching crawdads.Camping trips beneath the stars,…
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Poem about the Power of Words and Poetry
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Words are a Holy FireWords surged from the penstaining, soaking everything like spilled paint.Wood pulp thirsty in a stateof mad-eyed hunger.Paper ravenous for a glorious taste,elated to gobble up and digestthe things that time can’t erase.Don’t you know?Words are a Holy Fire,spread from the Word himself.Infused with the power of desireto transform, to turn over…
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Light Wielder Poem About Bringing the Kingdom of Heaven to Earth
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Light WielderCrystals hang from the heavenly chandelieron the city upon the hill.Catching light and doing for the eyeswhat wind chimes do for the ears. A rustling. An awakening of an ancient force that remembers, that yearns with an unquenchable thirst for transcendence for totality for unity for eternity.Crystals catch the sun’s light,act like mirrors with…
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The Chair Poem About Grief Death Dying
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The Chair Poem about Losing a Spouse The sun woke, stretched, streamed upon an early, April mourning. Birds arrived at the feeder chirping. I watched, sipping my steaming coffee. For a minuscule moment distracted until I noticed the chair out of the corner of my eye still indented with your body’s footprint. And I thought…
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The Town Mouse and Country Mouse Love Poem
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The Town Mouse and Country Mouse I was in love with the country, and she, in love with the city. We were in love with each other but were split by the hand of destiny. She preferred nights on the town and I, counting country stars. We woke up side-by-side each morning, yet the distance…
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Seaing A Poem
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See the sky like a searolling with crescent wavescrash into the dawn of day.Aurora’s tide making the darkness flee.See the puffy islands of whitefloat like buoys ina no-wake zone emerge behind the curtains of night.See the winged fish swimmingthrough waters with easechasing one another in schools,excitement for life brimming.See the metal monsters – winged, roaring…
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An Outstretched Hand Poem About God’s Grace
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An Outstretched HandGrace waits patiently for everyonelike Charon beside the River Styx.But Grace requires no coinagefor sin’s payment has been nixed.The sound of a boulder’s rumble,louder to the soul than deafening thunder,is the receipt for the cost of transgression, paid in full.It leaves even angels still in wonderat the depth of love that bears such…
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She is the Sun Love Poem For Wife
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She is the Sun She is the sun rising in the east rousing me from the heaviness of sleep. Kissing my eyelids open wide with her light. Restoring my sight when I’ve grown blind to beauty, inspiration once again surging through me; a vigor vital to my sanity. It is her dawn that drives the…
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Good Friday Inspiring Reflection Poem For Church That Rhymes
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A Christian poem for Holy Week / Good Friday / Easter about the crucifixion and who Jesus is.
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A Poem About Crows – Mysterious Birds of Intelligence and Wisdom
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Crows have long been revered in Native American folklore, as well as in many other cultures throughout the world. These black-feathered birds carry a sense of mystery, melancholy, and have been seen as omens of death or messengers between worlds. As biology has progressed, we have discovered just how remarkably smart crows are. This poem…
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Happiness is Fleeting A Poem About Being Content with Life
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Happiness is FleetingIf happiness is your goalyou’ll never be whole.Always be rolling on a raging riverof emotion completely out of control.For happiness is fleeting, receding like the waterson a creek bank after a storm,never even warned that the moment one desire is fulfilled a new one is born.Seek to make contentment your aim.For it’s constant…
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