Baby cry out.
You live.
You die.
A world, cold.
Warm us with your smile.
Touch us with your love
Help us find God.
Grow.
Tell us what you know
A piece of paper crinkled in tiny palms.
This blog is for those readers who enjoy inspirational poems and other creative fictional writings that glorify God, challenge one to reflect on his or her walk with God, expose errors in religion, and encourage those who feel like God just isn't listening sometimes. Enjoy spiritual poems by Nicholl.
Monday
The Dark Side
I know she was suppose to be a man,
but they did that operation and instead
called her Fran.
Interesting, original she was
God used her and gave her love.
But no one knows
at least so she thinks
for I know the well water
that she drinks.
but they did that operation and instead
called her Fran.
Interesting, original she was
God used her and gave her love.
But no one knows
at least so she thinks
for I know the well water
that she drinks.
Separation Between Church and State
Martin drew a line between us
when he told me I talked about
God too much.
Sarah drew a cross between us
when she agreed with me
that God disappeared from the
hearts of many.
Tina didn’t want to hear it
so she walked away.
when he told me I talked about
God too much.
Sarah drew a cross between us
when she agreed with me
that God disappeared from the
hearts of many.
Tina didn’t want to hear it
so she walked away.
Stomping Beast
The beast doesn’t give
unless he receives
what is the benefit?
what is the cost?
there are no excuses
there are no reasons
the beast commands
he does not ask
he is enraged
behind his mask
take it all off
let us see your face
but the beast only hides
he knows he’ll be erased.
unless he receives
what is the benefit?
what is the cost?
there are no excuses
there are no reasons
the beast commands
he does not ask
he is enraged
behind his mask
take it all off
let us see your face
but the beast only hides
he knows he’ll be erased.
Fooled Clergy
He doesn’t want the earth’s trash.
He doesn’t want the broken,
tattered, shredded or torn.
He wants you - he wants me.
The leaders all around who play
hide-’n-go-seek.
The self-righteous, proud,
confused and ignorant.
The clergy who pass by
wrapped in covenant.
They can’t see
the cross has blocked their view
and everyone is a devil, of course
not them, but you.
He doesn’t want the broken,
tattered, shredded or torn.
He wants you - he wants me.
The leaders all around who play
hide-’n-go-seek.
The self-righteous, proud,
confused and ignorant.
The clergy who pass by
wrapped in covenant.
They can’t see
the cross has blocked their view
and everyone is a devil, of course
not them, but you.
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