On Being Spiritually Serious
I can't seem to stop writing poetry or reading poetry. I think it is safe to say I love poetry and I love sharing great poetry with others.
On Being Spiritually Serious
I.
We truly are our own hidden treasures
our power lies in our ability
to follow path of light and be set free
to understand the depths of our pleasures.
So grateful to a God who lets me live
and feel so deeply every type of joy
to play in life as if I were a boy
my world a gift given out of this love.
I may have gone crazy in ecstasy
but being here is reason to succeed
embrace humanity with all your soul.
With work one climbs the mountain breathlessly
most days our will provides our basic need
when work is pleasure there will be no toll.
II.
These messages from my short solitude
my complicated prayers for my neighbors
always mixed in with my selfish favors
but God will forgive and settle my mood.
Though times are tough and darkness seems the norm
there’s beacons through the storm to lead us through
when reached we find our simple lives anew
a blanket from our Lord to keep us warm.
The testimony of a sudden hush
upon the lives of those I know I love
my hearts desire to give you all I’ve got.
Our bodies and our minds can do so much
our desires strong with willingness to live
and community commitment we sought.
III.
Let poetry provide my reason
a certain calm thats sewn through every psalm
a patience to overcome every qualm
a song to help us sleep through the season.
Each happiness is taken serious
each gift is gracefully accounted for,
to give without a strong desire for more,
each joy a culmination of focus.
Our creative energy our being
one light, my God, holds me in an embrace
the only thing required is my presence.
When simply writing rhymes is found freeing
my energy is spent on sharing grace
I found a life of love just makes more sense.
IV.
Nagging on my upward palms, a feeling,
the emotion of a heart felt prayer
when we are weak and open up to bare
our sins up towards a plain white ceiling.
I must believe there is more to enclosure
these boxes calmly packed to hold us here
a space we must give up to feel no fear
with God a vastness beyond erasure.
There is no battle between Science and Faith
with one we see the world through our own lens
the other we find a taste of deeper bliss.
We talk with God while we work on the lathe,
read words written by love’s prophetic pens,
feel Sun, a warmth that fills our heart as kiss.
© 2020 Jamie Lee Hamann
Comments
Bhattuc on August 25, 2020:
Good poetry. Certainly, poetry is a medium not only to express but search pleasant solitude also.
Nithya Venkat from Dubai on June 23, 2020:
Beautifully expressed, I enjoyed reading. I agree, there is no battle between science and faith. They can co-exist peacefully.
Diane Denison from Cincinnati Ohio on April 30, 2020:
I enjoyed this poem. I loved what you wrote, "Our creative energy our being, one light, my God, holds me in an embrace, the only thing required is my presence." I am sure some poems you wrote in 5 minutes and the words just flowed out of you. And you sat back and read it after you wrote it, and thought," The Invisible Holy Spirit helped me write this one. And you smile.
Jamie Lee Hamann (author) from Reno NV on April 29, 2020:
Thank you Bhatt, Eric, and Demas. I always appreciate editorial comments, they are like gifts! Jamie
Demas W Jasper from Today's America and The World Beyond on April 29, 2020:
Good effort, some proof reading will make it even better, e.g. "follow path of light" with an "a" or a "the" seems what you intended, etc.
Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on April 29, 2020:
I spend a lot of time "read words written by love’s prophetic pens," Works for me. I just cannot get serious about all this. Happy and joyful and my wife says I should be more serious. Oh well. I really like this prose, spot on.
Umesh Chandra Bhatt from Kharghar, Navi Mumbai, India on April 29, 2020:
Nice composition.
