The Crystal Lady
The Poet's Corner
Poems of Inspiration and Religious themes
By Joan Estelle High
Religions are partitions that separate one man from another.
But spirituality is the glue that binds all men as brothers.
Once we learn the truth that there is not but one God above.
Don't matter what we call God's name, He is a God of Love.
He would gather us beneath his wings like a mother hen.
He who is our father, our creator, and hopefully our friend.
Sends His words to mankind both to wise men and to fools.
Like little facets of a diamond, or like some precious jewels.
Oh, to lay beneath a starry sky, or on a beaches golden strand.
To feel the Earth beneath you move as you melt into the land.
To hear the songs the planets sign, be a cloud or a bird on wing.
As you feel self becoming one with each and every living thing.
For at the time the Lord God created us, like a potter with a bowl.
He then blew His own breath into us and we became a living soul.
So God has placed in each of us, a precious bit of that divine spark.
Now every thing that lives on Earth has within this common mark.
So let true spirituality reign, may it always be our guiding light.
Religion points the way but spirituality gets us through the night.
Maybe we should put aside the doctrines made by the hand of man.
Then find the path to eternal truth that leads us to the promise land.
Escaping The Wheel
It is not always in casting of Horoscopes,
Be not side tracked by the psychic or occult.
Prayerfully consider , all you will need to do.
You are the dot in the middle of the circle.
If you desire other people to be a part.
Just as a circle is but a line with no end.
When you love all who pass under the rod.
I Am Not Afraid Of Satan
I'm not afraid of Satan when he goes about , a roaring lion of
Then this former Angel and his henchmen became a fallen star.
Then sorry old Satan will be bound a thousand years or more.
Famines will not happen and disease will reign no more.
This Earth will be able to supply every thing we ever need.
The Devilís Spawn.
You know, it is a perilous time we live in today.
They profess that they are outraged at some harmless cartoon.
In reality it is they, who have no respect for their God.
Was it a genetic mutation that has watered down
These souls who never quite made it in previous lives.
Even a mighty God makes mistakes some times
Some times God will try to rescue some of them,
He will weigh the slowness of their brain, the difficulty of
If God Were a Mother
by Joan Estelle High
Now who decides when a life is still fresh and new.
It does seem funny to me and I am not that bright.
City of God
City of God, Beautiful Zion
Beautiful City, Heavenly City.
City of God, of Jesus our King.
Angels ascending, their glory around.
Everywhere joy and glad hearted laughter.
We of God's kingdom have come to our own.
Song playing is " All Heaven Declares"
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