Some days I walk within the Spirit.
Sheltered in love
Nestled in light
Embracing the worlds gifts
Of true beauty
Bathed in laughter
Some days I walk without Sprit
Covered in Fear
Lost in darkness
Seeing only the human hate
Of all things
Honored in love
Each day I choose
My new world,
Walking in Love or walking in Fear.
(c) 2002 Shery Hardin All Rights Reserved
It has been said that it is not the destination, but the journey that matters. Spirit Song is a spiritual jourey through poetry and verse.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Jesus Had No Ph.D.
Poor Jesus
He has no Ph.D.
If he returned today
To talk to you and me
Just a poor carpenter
Who would we believe?
He only worked on wood
cut down from FOREST trees.
His words would be dismissed.
No scholar is he.
The authorities would say
Poor Jesus, he has no Ph.D.
Perhaps he should apply
To college and learn theology.
Perhaps he should go to school
And learn from you and me.
The spiritual rules
Written my men whose deeds
Are long forgotten
In time that passes with such speed.
How could he say
That we should heed
He knew the way
(c) 1997 Sheryl Hardin All Rights Reserved
He has no Ph.D.
If he returned today
To talk to you and me
Just a poor carpenter
Who would we believe?
He only worked on wood
cut down from FOREST trees.
His words would be dismissed.
No scholar is he.
The authorities would say
Poor Jesus, he has no Ph.D.
Perhaps he should apply
To college and learn theology.
Perhaps he should go to school
And learn from you and me.
The spiritual rules
Written my men whose deeds
Are long forgotten
In time that passes with such speed.
How could he say
That we should heed
He knew the way
(c) 1997 Sheryl Hardin All Rights Reserved
Making of a Poem
Poems aren’t written
A gentle Muse gives them to an open heart
They well up from the Soul
Disturbing the sleep, disrupting the quiet moments, waking me from day dreams
The words swirl in my head until,
To gain relief I take pen in hand
And commit the songs of the Muse to paper.
A gentle Muse gives them to an open heart
They well up from the Soul
Disturbing the sleep, disrupting the quiet moments, waking me from day dreams
The words swirl in my head until,
To gain relief I take pen in hand
And commit the songs of the Muse to paper.
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