Orion, the Hunter – A Poem

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Race – Poem about Hard Times and Not Giving Up

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.
For to suffer we must perceive a design,
or all our wishing comes to no avail.

Lift me up from where I've fallen.
Give me a destination to set my heart upon.
Open my ears to hear you calling.
Put within my heart a new song.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley

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 flesh,
saw the lights stop flickering
and questioned the meaning of justice.

Guilty and deserving
of death? Yes.
But each and every one of us
everyday transgress.

If I live with Love,
how do I advocate death?
How do I share God’s light
while stealing another’s breath?

They’ve forfeited the right
to live life free,
but they’re still God’s children,
deserving of love and mercy.

God’s love extends
to the darkest of places.
And redemption is always possible
even in the most hopeless cases.

Poem Written by Justin Farley

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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 we grow old and realize
that’s what it means to be human.

Poem Written by Justin Farley

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Poem About Intimacy with God

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Intimacy With God

Speaking in the silence,
waiting in the midst of contemplation,
listening on the other line of prayer
awaits the answer
to 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 silence
simply desiring and longing for
intimacy with the Divine,
experiencing God’s love and mercy directly,
which we, in turn, share with the world.

Poem Written by Justin Farley

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