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 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 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 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
Night Lights A Poem For Nature Lovers Lightning flashes across the prairie in rolling thunders of spontaneity on a crisp, clear summer night. Lights move in flight, flying from grass to grass as distracted hearts pass unaware of the beautiful sight. Justin Farley
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 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 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
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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 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