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
Tag Archives: poems about nature
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
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!
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
Poem About Nature, Creation, and God
The Wonder of Creation I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm in love with creation - not for its own sake but for what it tells me about you. The mountains may move me, my spirit may rest in the river's bed, and the birds of the air may fill me with wonder but all because their beauty points beyond themselves and leaves me gazing at the Master's hand, awed by his artistry, lulled by his love. Nature is a sweet song, a familiar melody on the tip of your tongue whose origins you can't quite recall until you join in the chorus and with a bittersweet longing remember, feeling the Spirit gather around you. Your soul recognizes the mother who birthed its existence... the source of all love... the source of all beauty... We are all drawn to the wonder of creation because it offers us a glimpse, a taste of what's to come. You feel eternal power in the forest. You find something supernatural looking in the clear, cool stream. So I'm not ashamed to admit I'm in love with creation because it's your work, close to your heart, and you love it like any artist loves their work. But most of all I love it because I find you there, because my heart hears you the loudest among the pines and oaks of the forest, swimming with the minnows of the creeks, dancing with the fireflies in the summer skies, and scurrying with the squirrels up trees and jumping from limb to limb. 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!
Plucking Beauty – A Poem About Life and Eternity
Plucking Beauty I once plucked beauty out of experience serendipitously like wild flowers in the country, delighting in what new joy life was going to allow me to discover and show off in vases upon my windowsill. But my curiosity is stagnant and often vanishes, jaded over what I know I'll find - that everything alive is already withering, beautiful for an instant but quickly crumbling to dust. And yet, it is not beauty that has changed. It still shines as bright as when the Logos called it out of the void. It is my limited vision, this human decision to make everything about me and interpret the world through selfish eyes. In an instant gold is tarnished, gifts become entitlements, and beauty looses its brilliance when it's used for self-indulgence. I once looked for beauty because I found you there. You spoke to me out of your creation like any great artist does. Now I find myself tumbling off the path and stumbling towards naturalism. Beauty is not beautiful because it is fleeting. It does not speak to the human heart because it is temporary. No. Beauty speaks because it's divine intuition, nudging us towards the eternal reality, reminding us that there is something beyond the material world that Never dies, Never withers, Never decays, Never says good-bye. Life loses its luster when our lives are reduced to merely grains of sands upon the beach of time. The breath of God resides within each one of us; never lose sight of paradise. -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!
Autumn – Love Poem For Her
Autumn Lovely as the leaves decorated in their colorful clothes in the midst of October, brisk and crisp as the breeze that electrifies and blows at September's closure, and mystifying as the spells of magic that cover the forest in fall; it's no wonder I fell and never wanted another - my forever love, my all. Justin Farley
Orion, the Hunter – A Poem
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 possess 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
