Light Wielder Crystals hang from the heavenly chandelier on the city upon the hill. Catching light and doing for the eyes what wind chimes do for the ears. A rustling. An awakening of an ancient force that remembers, that yearns with an unquenchable thirst for transcendence for totality for unity for eternity. Crystals catch the sun's light, act like mirrors with the power of those at the Pharos lighthouse, and reflect it to the ends of the earth. Never giving birth to work by its own power, only transmitting a greater light whose flame has burned indefatigable to the chagrin of the night. Again. A rustling. An awakening of an ancient force that remembers, that yearns with an unquenchable thirst for transcendence for totality for unity for eternity. I count hundreds thousands millions of crystals dangling like diamonds, gleaming beneath the sun. Dazzling like the thread of the spider's web she's spun catching the nightmares of the world like colossal dream catchers, waking up those who've fallen asleep, and giving sight to a world walking in darkness. Justin Farley
The Chair Poem about Losing a Spouse The sun woke, stretched, streamed upon an early, April mourning. Birds arrived at the feeder chirping. I watched, sipping my steaming coffee. For a minuscule moment distracted until I noticed the chair out of the corner of my eye still indented with your body's footprint. And I thought of you. Justin Farley
The Town Mouse and Country Mouse I was in love with the country, and she, in love with the city. We were in love with each other but were split by the hand of destiny. She preferred nights on the town and I, counting country stars. We woke up side-by-side each morning, yet the distance between our lives was far. For what did I know about hailing taxis? Or her, about forest pines? Though we surely knew each other's hearts, our paths were never aligned. I was alone with the country and she, alone with the city. In love but living separate lives inevitably led to tragedy. Justin Farley
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
An Outstretched Hand Grace waits patiently for everyone like Charon beside the River Styx. But Grace requires no coinage for sin's payment has been nixed. The sound of a boulder's rumble, louder to the soul than deafening thunder, is the receipt for the cost of transgression, paid in full. It leaves even angels still in wonder at the depth of love that bears such a brutal toll. Grace holds her breath with an outstretched hand, the pinnacle choice of life for every man. Grace's hand is still open to you. Will you take it? Justin Farley
She is the Sun She is the sun rising in the east rousing me from the heaviness of sleep. Kissing my eyelids open wide with her light. Restoring my sight when I've grown blind to beauty, inspiration once again surging through me; a vigor vital to my sanity. It is her dawn that drives the shadows into the recesses of my room. Strips the gloom from my skin like soap. The suds lathered in layers that provide a thick hide of protection from the grime of the world outside. She is the sun that drives me like a bird to sing sweet songs of melody tweeting in the morning perched happily on the wire of love content and at peace like a cooing dove basking in the rays that fall down from heaven. Keep me not in the realm of night, but pour out your bright light through the dinge and dirt of my window, so I can see out into the meadow where butterflies dance fluttering in a weightless prance through the summer air. Because you are the sun rising in the east, and summer ceases without your amber glow. You are the deliverer of my winter, the melter of my tundra's ice and snow. So rise! Rise and awake me, Dawn from this shadow-land of sleep! Flood the riverbanks of my heart, and alight the forest of night dark and deep. Justin Farley
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Who is this man
who hangs like fruit from a tree
baking beneath the sun
shrunken, shriveled like a prune,
writhing in misery?
Who is this man
whose flesh is being used like lumber –
cold, iron nails piercing hands and feet,
under the weight of the world,
under the weight of a pounding hammer?
Who is this man
who forgives while being crushed by their sin,
who turns the other cheek
while being jeered and spat at
time and time again?
Who is this man
who cries out, “My God, my God,
why have you forsaken me”,
who breathes his last breath
and swings motionless from a tree?
Who is this man
whose death shakes the earth at her core,
who brings the roars of thunder,
and tore the veil of the Temple,
open for all forevermore?
And who is this man
who Death couldn’t hold,
older than the dawn of time,
grander than the universe itself,
who creates anew, who constantly unfolds?
He is Jesus of Nazareth.
He is the Christ.
He is the Word made flesh.
He is the Light that conquers the darkness.
He is the inspirational force of creation.
He is the sound blaring in the silence.
He is Deus Homo.
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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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