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.
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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, 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

Deer Child – A Nature and Life Poem

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Deer Child – A Nature and Life Poem

Doe and fawn
drink from the creek at dawn,
filling their bellies
to last out the noonday heat.

Doe protective and cautious;
fawn careless and unconscious –
unaware of the eyes
watching her from the bank.

Age brings wisdom and experience,
for the youthful heart is oblivious
to the dangers disguised as blissful indulgence
lurking in the field of freedom.
.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley

Nature Poem About Walking in the Woods

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Walking through the Forest – A Poem About Nature

To walk through the forest
and see sunlight shinning through the trees
is like a cool, refreshing breeze
to the spirit sweltering beneath
the heat of worldly troubles.

To walk through the forest
and observe nature’s mysterious order
is like a wall erected in the path of disorder,
calming the chaotic thoughts
in the mind of modern man.

To walk through the forest
and witness untainted beauty
is like relieving the watchman from his duty –
worry retreats into the void to sleep
while I gaze upon the work of divine hands.

 

-Poem Written by Justin Farley

Everyday Miracles – A Poem About Finding God in Ordinary Things

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Everyday Miracles – A Poem About Finding God in Ordinary Things

The clamor of your wisdom claps
like a thousand hands in unison throughout the forest,
calling from every treetop,
and whispering within every breath the north wind blows.
Your wisdom can be found in the simplicity of a dew drop
and within the caw of a congregation of crows.

You are an invisible hand, always laboring,
opening and closing doors as you see fit –
not always on my time frame,
not always giving me access to the rooms I wish,
but often times I find ignorance is bliss.
For the paths I most yearn to walk down
you wall off, knowing they lead to my demise.

You are the wise King,
always leading, but serving unceasingly.
With each new day you bring,
I am astonished at your beauty –
as long as I make the time to open my eyes,
as long as my awareness is focused on you
and turned away from the desires of my mind.

Your miracles come in small packages,
constantly sent, but rarely opened.
I look for you in grandiose experiences,
but you keep gently tugging at my sleeve,
urging me to put on my leather gloves
and dig for you in the dirt of the garden.

If I’m not careful,
I can become oblivious to the everyday mystery –
the beauty of a daffodil,
the way sunlight rests upon my windowsill,
the spirit that speaks when my mind gets still,
and the non-coincidental meetings of strangers,
sharing the exact conversations I need to hear.

Open my eyes when they are blind to your majesty,
so that I may witness your glory
in every root, rock, river, and ravine.
May I read the love letters you’ve written
upon every stump I pass in the forest,
every deer that crosses my path,
and every squirrel that leaps from limb to limb.
May I marvel at your everyday miracles
and find your fingerprints upon every piece of evidence
in this case called life.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley


 

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I Want To Walk With You – A Poem

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I Want To Walk With You – A Poem

I want to walk with you
Out through the cornfields
Where the dried up stalks
And brittle husks flutter in the cool wind.
I want to take your hand
And venture down the rows
The combines have cut,
Corn kernels crunching beneath our feet,
And make our way to where field and forest meet,
Where street cars are silent
And the noise of the city is muted to our ears.
I want to walk with you through the fears
Where dreams dance with possibility,
Where it’s safe to embrace vulnerability.
I want to watch the geese take flight
As we drive flocks away with our laughter
And listen as the blue jay squawks his warning call.
I want to look into your eyes
And tell you all my heart longs to speak –
To lay my trust down at your feet
And watch you pick it up,
Carefully tucking it away in your arms.
I want to walk with you
Out past the cornfields
Where fall’s mist washes away doubt and apprehension.
I want to walk with you forever,
Wherever this crazy, winding road goes.
Because you and the beautiful mess that’s you,
Is the only place that’s ever felt like home.

-Poem Written By Justin Farley

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Feathers On the Feeder – A Poem About Birds

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Feathers On the Feeder – A Poem About Birds

Carefree and playful like a child,
Your wings flutter in the autumn breeze.
You crack open your seeds with supreme diligence,
Wrapped up in the gift of the present moment.
If only I could be more like you –
Unaware of the future,
Unaltered by anxieties and fears
That exist only in my mind…
But you inspire me, my little black-capped wonder,
To live one moment at a time.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley


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Rosebush – A Poem

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Rosebush – A Poem On Nature And Flowers

I am mesmerized by your petals –
Stained crimson red with beauty.
Delicate like soft velvet,
Detailed in form, hiding mystery.
Your aroma arises to meet me.
Scents of seduction, the fragrance of romanticism you send.
Your hands stretch out across the winds,
Captivating, caressing, and undressing my defenses
To lure me in.
But your sweet promises hold no weight.
For as I lean in towards your skin
I am stung by the thorns of fate.
Razor-sharp barbs jut out from your sides
Piercing this heart of mine
And my blood trickles and drips upon your lips.
My eyes are opened to the source of your color.
You are merely a vampiress that sucks your beauty
At the expense of others.
Within, you are cold and deprived of life
Simply harvesting the appearance of beauty from your bite.
You must delight in the selfishness that grows in your rows,
The darkness that casts shadows, foreshadowing your true nature.
Quick with a smile at the approaching sound
Of an unsuspecting stranger.
Your hands no longer caress but strangle,
Like vice grips locked and tight.
Your feet only waiting to feed your feeble frame
Before they take flight.
Rosebush, you once were a flower but have become a bitter weed.
Your thorns have managed to devour any chance to sow love’s seed.
It is no wonder you grow in the garden alone,
Unavailable, unable to be touched, empty and without a home.
Rosebush, I’ve taken my last abuse, heard the last excuse.
Rosebush, sting me one last time, as I pull you up from your roots.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley


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Nature’s Spectacle – A Poem About Morning and Dawn

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Nature’s Spectacle – A Poem About Morning and Dawn

Cock crows resounding, penetrating
through dense clouds of moisture.

Silence stirs. Nature’s alarm clock has sounded.
Pellets of dew cover meadows in morning like a soggy wet blanket.

Forests are brimming with life
long before the sun wakes to greet the day.

The creatures of morning need no brewed elixir
to get themselves moving; carpe diem is the driving force of their DNA.

Chirping can be heard throughout the wood
and feathers take flight from twilight roosts.

Deer scatter from their beds of dense undergrowth
and search the farmer’s field for breakfast.

Nature’s spectacle concludes with Aurora’s grand finale.
And I, well I sit back and watch in wide-eyed wonder.

-Poem Written By Justin Farley

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