Sermon Poems - Poems about Sermon

It is quite common to kiss 'ouchys' on those wee. At three, my son asked to have bath autonomy. I tossed a washcloth, then stood where he could not see. Soon, he called out with words that completely shook me, "Mom, it washed red and sore, please come kiss my pee-pee." Shopping, strolling him down the grocery store aisle where female...

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Gloomy old Gus sure ain't my claim to fame Upbeat and happy, they're both my middle names There sure ain't no future in promoting ill will Every morning the sun still peeks over the hill There's enough negativity in the world to go round So let's not encourage this scourge with a frown You've only got one life to live then...

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If he exists or not is not the point It is faith that keeps us on Words from pops, words of soul So every Sunday is church day But the preacher has me in knots He assumes he exists and that's the point My suspension of disbelief is needed most The narratives are wise, the stories tight...

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Beloved souls, hear me as I speak, thus is my life, a hymn of compassion, an eternal psalm of love. I walked amongst the lowly not with pity but with understanding, for in their suffering, I saw the seeds of the divine. To the broken, I once was a healer. To the outcast such am I, I...

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My sermon at my funeral I am lying in the funeral home, oh lovely home! I am saying the homily in front of my dead body I am the priest, the mourners are my past lives. Oh, my sins! Four men carry my coffin out to the cemetery Last dark and brilliant sermon, mourning crowd Crying, just crying, everyone mourns my life My...

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(Dedicated to Sniffers.) We are All animals, humans too every One of us, me and you God breathed life into Adam and Eve, into each creature. Atoms unperceived The animal kingdom is the Kingdom of God: A harmony without heirarchy, below and above All dogs go to heaven because all of us do, every Soul returns to the Creator anew...

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A HUMAN RIGHT SERMON (Being A Rhythmic...

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The ring depicts a promise of fidelity. I smile as you stand in your cloak. That headgear is the symbol of the tongues of fire. I smile as you receive that formal mitre, while that pastoral staff is a shepherd's crook. I smile as I know that staff will be used to smite a great oaken door. I smile as I hear...

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Sunday morning sardines Sing trademarked sermons No gain, guitars must be clean To harken out the predetermined Donation cards in cursive fonts A prayer for a new patio to Crosses finished like their countertops Their fair-weather faith up for review This is for the poor Diet Coke debutantes In Burberry scarves with lipstick grins Money isn’t everything but it's all they got Life is just so...

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Dear heart, Please take a break I know this feeling, I have had this feeling before It soothes at first, beguiling flings Which shines, too Sometimes brighter than goddess Theia I know the comforts, the placidity it yields And the euphoria! Dear soul, Stop the inner monologues I know them, I have heard them before With their potent, clean blade of satires They chop pathos into...

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kindly air big mouthing every throat lungs suck until drunk maggie has gone shopping with alexa they back and forth with girlish glee while songbirds listen to the electronic voice of god aunty agatha went for a naked moonlit walk the racoons began to chatter like old men it was a fairytale ending for her and now it is a sunday morning a day to talk to...

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In the crepuscular soothing sunset, bells tolled urging The aimless audience to attend the sermon of the new pastor. Despite their cynical sentiments, they dared not absent themselves. The look of habitual satisfaction on the pastor’s face was unmistakable. Outside light became penumbra, Still, men and women trudged towards the chapel, as the dirge-like bells faded into silence. ...

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I Hear the Sermon I go to church, hear the word Given by the preacher in his homily: Retaining a sentence, phrase or word Only that which finely suits me. I feel satisfied to have heard The word, pleasing to my ear, The rest that marks my faults Matters not so dear....

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I used to sleep with depression and kiss shame on the cheek Trying to run from all the lies, but myself was chasing me I was drowning from all that I cried but let me tell you what one of HIS tears did for me But, first I must rewind to my past where my thoughts were slowly...

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I wish to be the Greatest sermon to the multitude the practical Christian living I wish people to see the fruits of Christ in me before I even say a word or act a deed People just believe and convert to Christ not that my life matters most in heaven Them doing their best, taking me as an example not having...

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