A Butterfly In Church – Your Favourite Poem

What dost thou here, thou shining, sinless thing,

With many colored hues and shapely wing?

Why quit the open field and summer air

To flutter here? Thou hast no need of prayer. 

‘Tis meet that we, who this great structure built,

Should come to be redeemed and washed from guilt,

For we this gilded edifice within

Are come, with erring hearts and stains of sin. 

But thou art free from guilt as God on high;

Go, seek the blooming waste and open sky,

And leave us here our secret woes to bear,

Confessionals and agonies of prayer. 

by George Marion McClellan

Submitted by Hugh A Tague
Hugh A Tague’s Poetry and Prose 

Your Favourite Poem – What’s Yours

This Lodge – Promote Yourself

The prayer gets stuck

War wages within

Seeing words forming

Visuals of sins

It’s alarming

Self-debasing

Self-harming

Hesitation hurts

Procrastination pains

Words given in labor

Break-water salty and hot

Streaming from tear ducts down cheeks

This impasse cannot last

A fast undedicated

Supplications unsure ill-fated

Somewhere between psyche and flesh

Beats a heart…

Light, arrows and poison dart

Filled with doubts

Assailed by self defeating shouts

Hungry squeaky wheels screech

Peace, seems so out of reach

Lodged in a throat

No Heimlich forth-coming

A hoarse whisper seeks a way out

Turning blue…

Din of a battlefield subsides

Projectile deliverance delayed

But not denied…

Walls come tumbling down

When You…

say “When” Lord

and not a moment before. 

A.G.

https://salvoesinfaith.wordpress.com/2015/01/20/this-lodge/

 

Waves – Promote Yourself

Wave comes and goes
still i am standing at shore
Bare foot on wet sand
far away from myself..

It has been so long
still i am waiting for waves..
to splash on my soul
touch my feelings ,
to read my thoughts
by diving deep inside my heart..

To fill my emptiness
with all your salts
love,beauty and incredible charms .
fill me with trueness
by playing fair tunes
By Sharing hearts..

Make me true,
make me alive,
still i am at standing at shore
Eying at the horizon..
Holding sand between my toes..

Waves …
Either broke this silence
or shatter my faith..

Just roll over on me
take me away from this feeling
to the edge of darkness
and never ending silence.
where everything will be nothing
and I will be no more…
-Atul Shukla

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If Only I Were a Star – Promote Yoursel

I want to be a star,
Shooting through the midnight sky,
On a clear moonlit night in the middle of May.
No cloud in sight or care in the world,
Just dust aimlessly burning through the atmosphere.

Fervent as a flame that Native Indians may have danced around;
A fire to keep warm.
Or a candle flickering in the dark when the power shuts off,
Because you couldn’t afford to pay your bills,
And all that’s left to fill the void of the night is hope;
Hope and serenity from that single light burning through the night sky,
Mesmerizing as an iridescent diamond gleaming,
Or a warrior’s cry.

I want to be the star you wish upon.
When you see that spark of light
Flash before your eyes,
For a moment there’s magic in the world again,
And the world isn’t such a scary place.
You don’t know what I’d give to live as a star,
Shooting through the air without a trace.

For you to believe in yourself again,
And to inspire all your dreams;
Because this life you’re living is so much brighter than what it seems.

If I could light up your life, I would.
But if only,
I were a star.

By: Kyle Fisher
(http://humblefoot.wordpress.com)

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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening – Your Favourite Poem

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost

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