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
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.
Inkspiration Books (my bookstore): Paperback
Thank you for your support!
Walking on Air I once walked away from belief but only found air at my feet. All meaning and substance had ceased - pulled wherever passion blew me like the wind on a falling leaf. I thought I was seeking freedom; what I found was only more chains. To live with purpose and reason we must seek more than selfish gains. -Justin Farley
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 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 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
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 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 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
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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