Seaing A Poem

See the sky like a sea
rolling with crescent waves
crash into the dawn of day.
Aurora's tide making the darkness flee.

See the puffy islands of white
float like buoys in
a no-wake zone 
emerge behind the curtains of night.

See the winged fish swimming
through waters with ease
chasing one another in schools,
excitement for life brimming.

See the metal monsters - 
winged, roaring leviathans who
lurk in the sky's deep
who roams, constantly wanders. 

See the hungry shark with razor teeth
chomp on desires of the heart.
Set on selfish destruction
swimming in the depths beneath.

Justin Farley

Mr. Crow Nature Poem About Birds

Mr. Crow

Mr. Crow, what do you know
that I don't, jabbering, squawking in the morning air?
Are you making sure your friends are aware
of an owl sleeping somewhere near?
Or possibly a dirty trick - 
you cunning, conniving king of magic - 
to lure the others away
so you can get to your secret, shiny prize
sitting on the roadside?
Eyes of charcoal,
feathers darker than the Devil's soul,
Mr. Crow you captivate me
like no other winged wonder.

Justin Farley

Happiness is Fleeting A Poem About Being Content with Life

Happiness is Fleeting

If happiness is your goal
you'll never be whole.
Always be rolling on a raging river
of emotion completely out of control.

For happiness is fleeting, receding like the waters
on 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 through the winds of change;
its heat still warms the soul
though the fire's flame waxes and wanes.

For contentment accepts life as it is.
Realizes there's as much to be grateful
for in pain as in bliss.
Discontentment always follows happiness.

Justin Farley

Metamorphosis A Poem About Butterflies and God’s Grace

Metamorphosis 
A Poem About Butterflies and God's Grace

Inching along the earth
crunching, munching on misfortune
until pain wrapped itself like a cocoon -
a castle outside the rooms of a hardened heart.

Drowning, surely dying in the dark.
Only to emerge from the womb
reborn from a tomb of self-inflicted wounds
transformed by the Divine spark.

With wings of vibrant color
carrying the evidence of change 
arrayed like a roadmap
dotted with places been
and places going.

Flapping with the wings of grace
embraced by the breeze of blessing
a chrysalis replaced,
made anew by the Spirit's pressing. 

Justin Farley

Planting is a Prayer Poem

Planting is a Prayer

Planting is a prayer.
If you do it right.
If you take delight in the present
but keep future possibility in sight.

For God doesn't need words.
With each heart beat
you lay at his feet
a million complaints, hopes, fears,
doubts, joys, and defeats.

A creator knows its creation
better than the creation itself.
Your ink filled his pen.
He outlines your story, your end
before it evens begins
but allows you freewill 
over the final edits.

Planting is a prayer.
If you do it right.
If you're aware you've been given oversight
in a chapter of a story
that's been continually expanding
since the Word first spoke to the void:

"Let there be light".
Let you delight
in the blessing you've been given - 
partial control over the story of life.

Justin Farley

Sowing Poem About Embracing Yourself and Individuality

Sowing

To harvest you must first sow,
or you'll end up in a fall
standing in a field of weeds
regretting doing nothing with the seeds
you held in spring.

Change comes slowly,
rarely over night.
Take delight in cultivating
your corner of beauty in the world.
For no other garden contains
the species of flowers you grow.

So sow.
Sow what you know.
Sow the seeds that make you want
to take root and reach up to drink the sun.
But whatever you do,
sow.

Justin Farley

Songs of Spring Nature Poem About Birds Singing

Songs of Spring
A Nature Poem About Birds Singing

The robins are back chirping.
The cardinals have resumed singing
out from the bushes they've used for shelter
these past few months.

They bring joy.
They bring hope
that spring is just 'round the corner,
that I can cope,
each day getting warmer,
each day the sun remaining in the sky longer.

Even those damn sparrows
that fly in flocks of five hundred,
fighting and jabbering throughout the day,
bring a smile and a laugh.
Even while knowing that this temporary
ceasefire will fade away
and by the end of the season
there'll be dozens of reasons
to despise them.

But for now we share the morning
as friends both delighting
that at last,
winter's grasp
is fading away.

Justin Farley

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!

Like the Birds in Spring – A Love Poem For Her

Like the Birds in Spring
A Love Poem For Her

I'll follow you like the birds in spring
flapping their wings wherever
their mate goes across an endless sky.
Tweeting a tune of sweet reply
whenever your heart calls me.

I fly to you because your nest is my home.
Roamed restlessly until you beckoned me
and assured me I wasn't perching on this wire alone;
you too were covered in feathers 
that had been ruffled just like mine.

Don't think about winter.
Or whether we'll migrate.
Just say "yes" to an adventure,
submitting to romance's allure,
and leave the rest up to fate.

Sing to me a song of invitation.
May it jump from your heart in jubilation.
Won't you dare me to join in love's game
as you flit into a flight of seduction
begging to be tamed?

I'll follow you like the birds in spring
with a heart that tweets and sings
every time I look into your eyes.
And I promise to keep beating these wings
as long as you want to fly with me across life's skies.

Justin Farley

Seasons of Winter Poem About Spring

Seasons of Winter
Poem About Spring

The ice is melting,
thawing away from the land,
flowing back into the hands
of its maker.
Nature's enchantment shatters
with a single kiss from spring
clinging to the warmth
of renewal, rebirth, reawakening.

And in each pile of snow
that dissolves my heart beats
with a disposition towards hope
sledding down slopes of solace
taking comfort in the possibility to cope
with my own seasons of winter. 

Justin Farley