Author: Justin Farley
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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…
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Walking On Air A Poem About Faith and Meaning in Life
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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…
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Orion, the Hunter – A Poem
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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…
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The Road to Recovery – A Poem by Justin Farley
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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…
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Sun or Sorrow – Rhyming Love Poem
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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.…
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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…
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Purpose – A Poem About Growth and Flowers
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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 -…
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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…
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Books and Tattoos – Why We Love Reading
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Originally posted on 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…
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The Race – Poem about Hard Times and Not Giving Up
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The Race A Poem about Hard Times and Not Giving Up The race has run me ragged and has planted a stitch in my side. My burdens seem to keep getting added; I’m too weak to go on despite all I’ve tried. If only I could glimpse the finish line, then maybe hope would prevail.…
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Why We Love Books and Reading — InkSpiration Books Blog
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We love books because they are portals to our imagination. They take us places we always wanted to go, places we never thought possible, and teleport us to the deepest truths about ourselves that we never knew existed. (Originally posted at Why We Love Books and Reading — InkSpiration Books Blog (Originally Published on https://www.inkspirationbooks.com/blogs/book-collecting-blog/for-the-love-of-reading-books) Bibliomania…
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Holy Justice – Poem About the Death Penalty and Prison
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Holy Justice I heard his sobs as they walked him down the row, heard the shackles jingle, the whispers of people waiting for the show. I watched in horror as they strapped him to the chair… the pleading and screaming still repeats in my head like a nightmare. I retched at the smell of burning…
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Poem About Being Human, Making Mistakes, and Growing Old
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We’re Only Human The older we get the less certain we are of absolutes. But one thing we’re absolutely certain of is our flawed, human nature. When we’re children we yearn for the day we’ll have all the answers, when we’ll no longer feel scared or vulnerable, and when we’ll stop making stupid mistakes. Until…
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Poem About Intimacy with God
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Intimacy With GodSpeaking in the silence,waiting in the midst of contemplation,listening on the other line of prayerawaits the answerto the relentless yearning of the human heart.Do not come seeking secret knowledge.Do not expect divine visions,to become enlightened,or to transcend physical reality.But come to the silencesimply to listen,desiring and longing forintimacy with the Divine,experiencing God’s love…
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Losing Myself Poem About Mental Illness and Recovery
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Losing Myself I’m losing myself in pieces –every year fragments of my soulfeel swept away by time. My identity constantly decreases,and I’m beginning to feel like a strangerwithin the confines of my own mind. Yes, I’m losing myself in pieces –the jigsaw puzzle’s lovely imagehas jumbled into an abstract mess. But my search for meaning…
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Poem about Wrestling with God and Accepting God’s Will
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Tug O’ War Engaged in a constant game of tug o’ war between your will and mine. Sweating out the hours. Eking out the days, muscles bulging in desperate exhaustion, clinging to dust. Why do I wrestle with you? Why does my foolish heart still insist it knows better despite a lifelong record of defeat?…
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Poem About Addiction to Drugs Alcohol and Recovery
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Starting Today – A Poem About Relapse If resisting was an easy task,who would be a slave?Who would part with a piece of themselvesfor the chance at an early grave?Willpower alone is enough to put you in hellbut it’s not enough to pull you out.You’ll never have a chance at getting welluntil you accept living…
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Poem about Books, Magic, and Magical Places
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Magic I’ve experienced magic. I’ve witnessed countless spells and drank the words of a thousand potions. Been teleported to different countries and worlds, explored to the end of the universe, have dug to the center of Earth, and have even traveled through time. I’ve ridden horses through ancient forests, stormed and conquered a fortress, and…
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