Flying (an acrostic poem)

Floating through the air

Laughing with unadulterated joy

Yielding finally to gravity, you fell

Into my waiting arms

Now you soar without me needing to catch you

God, I miss that job

 

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Stare (an acrostic poem)

Satan couldn’t tear his eyes from the sight as humanity struggled to stand

The fallen angel laughed with contempt, God’s image indeed

All they were was an afterthought of creation

Raised to shove home the lack of free will into the faces of the angelic hosts

Even now he hated that fact because that meant he was created to fail and fall

 

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Weeping (an acrostic poem)

When you left me I wondered how I could go on

Every drop of water from inside of me fought to come out

Eventually leaving me emotionally shriveled

Panting from such overwhelming thirst

I could almost see you there

Near enough, but so far away

God called you home way too soon

 

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Blessed (an acrostic poem)

Being all alone was hard on Mary

Losing Rachel at such a young age left a scar

Even after four years, Mary would return weekly to the grave site

Sharing her thoughts and dreams, troubles and victories

So much of her life was under that dirt

Everything just seemed so much harder

Daily though she thanked God for the chance to keep Rachel alive in her heart

 

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Light of the World (an acrostic poem)

Lifting the handle, Stephanie looked inside the box

It contained a whole lot of nothing

Giggling she closed it and looked at Timothy

How are you able to afford that?”  She asked

Timothy smiled, “I just saved up all the sun rays I could from the summer.”

 

Of course you did,” she said.  “I love it!  It’s just what I need.”

Forgetting he didn’t like physical contact, Stephanie gave him a huge hug

 

To her amazement

He didn’t push her away

Even pulled her closer

 

Well the moment was short lived

Or that’s how it felt to Stephanie

Releasing Timothy back into his own world she sighed inwardly

Loving someone like Timothy was easier than people thought

Didn’t this echo how God felt?

Agnostic (an acrostic poem)

Always it was a new problem for Ingrid

God was crapping on her for some sin or not being pious enough

Nigel would just laugh at the whole thing

Only a zealot would be so focused on what a supreme being would do

So much was there for the individual to do about their lot in life

To think that a divine being would purposely make things harder…

It didn’t make sense to Nigel one bit

Could it be more doing and less praying might be a good business model?

 

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Divine (an acrostic poem)

Donald thought she looked like an angel

It almost made him hurt how much he wanted her

Vivid ideas about what would happen if they met

Instantly flooded his hormone soaked brain

Nothing would make him not think she was a gift from God

Even when she spread her wings and ripped out his soul

 

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