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Poem About Nature, Creation, and God

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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

				

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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!








        
    
			

	
	



				
					


	


		
My Chapbook Collection of Christian Poetry and Poems about God is Now Available for Sale

				

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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!

			

	
	



				
					


	


		
Poem about Wrestling with God and Accepting God’s Will

				

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Tug O’ War


Engaged in a constant game

of tug o’ war between your will and mine.

Sweating out the hours.

Eking out the days,

muscles bulging in desperate exhaustion,

clinging to dust.


Why do I wrestle with you?

Why does my foolish heart

still insist it knows better

despite a lifelong record of defeat?


Because I’m a sinner,

flawed at the deepest depths of my core.

But despite my imperfection

you lovingly continue to play the game

even though you could pull my will

right out of my hands at any moment you choose.


And yet you don’t let go of the rope either.

You patiently keep tugging at my heart

until the day I willingly choose

to let go of my will

and take a hold of yours.


-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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Narcissus and God – A Poem

				

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painting of Narcissus by Italian painter Caravaggio


My feelings for you swing like a pendulum,

driven by the forces of gravity;

pulled back down by life’s realities

and the weather during these ever-changing seasons of my life.

I have hated you.

I have loved you.

I have sought you and found nothing but empty space.

I have sought you and found the beauty of your face.

I’ve lacked even the desire to seek, scared at what I’d find.

I’ve hoped you never existed,

so I was free to play with the pleasures of my mind.

But now, oh Lord, I have you, and you are mine.


Though between us still sits a boulder

on this road that you lead me down

that blocks my vision of you and drives me off-course of your level ground.

It is a heart surging, bleeding

with self-righteousness, selfishness, and self-seeking.

Dismiss it to the gallows!

String it up by a noose, and may your grip

let the iniquity drip away.

For though I love you, my deepest desire is still not your heart

but my own.

Do not drive me mad by Echo’s song,

singing of my guilt and my wrongs;

mute my ears and turn my eyes to you.


I desire you, but am unsure of how to still these narcissistic tendencies –

they’re all I’ve ever know since birth.

I’ll never be able to kill

this desire to lie down beside the pool of pride

and bask in the beauty of my own reflection.

But surely you have the power to make the waters change their shape.

May the ripples subside, divide, and instead of mine,

may I see your face.


Poem Written by Justin Farley




Image a painting by Italian painter Caravaggio 1597-1599