Theme: Religious Poetry

I have decided to begin a whole series of articles over the different themes in poetry. I will begin with the theme of spirituality. Many people decide to express their religious experiences or decisions with poetry. I, am one who has also. In this article, we will discuss and read poetry by people who are tapped into their spiritual side. I am trying to find poems from many different religions and give an accurate interpretation of each. So, if I offend anybody with the different religious poems or anything.. am sorry, this is not the spiritual community. I wrote this poem, because I am going through a transition in my life. Most of my life, I have been researching religions to find one that best suits me. This poem is about my search for comfort and all that I left behind.

A Path Less Taken
(I know . a road less travelled. you think)
By: Ashley T. Drye

The tides are changing,
And so is my reliance on you,
With handicap minds,
And handicap dreams,
I search forth,
For something to grasp.

Flowing showers of opportunity,
Stacked with new concepts,
I wade through the obstacles,
Onward to the rising future,
I search forth,
For something to grasp.

I know many of you are thinking, that this poem could many any number of things, but this is the joy of poetry. Trying to read the poem, as the author does. Many of the poems, that I will show you throughout this series, will be very hard to interpret as the topic they are under. Let's move forward, with a poem by an unknown author.

Whispers

The man whispered, "God, speak to me"
and a meadowlark sang.
But, the man did not hear.

So the man yelled, "God, speak to me"
and the thunder rolled across the sky.
But, the man did not listen.

The man looked around and said,
"God let me see you."
And a star shined brightly.
But the man did not see.

And, the man shouted,
"God show me a miracle."
And a life was born.
But, the man did not notice.

So, the man cried out in despair,
"Touch me God, and let me know you are here."
Whereupon, God reached
down and touched the man.
But, the man brushed the butterfly away ...
and walked on

I enjoyed this poem, because it shows many flaws that people face when looking to their religion. They look for evidence. The way that I became in touch with my spiritual side, was to step aside and notice the many different "miracles" around us. The next poem is by Yorde Merkava, in the 18th century, translated by Michael Levi Josephson.

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