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Bern's religious Poems.
Gentle breezes.
Gentle breezes caressing my fevering brow,
A lone Nightingale singing it’s melodious call.
The ships pulling and swaying on the tow,
A peaceful quietness prevailing over all.
I entered a realm far from realities raw,
Perfect stillness filling my sensitive soul.
My astral body soaring up as if to ensure,
That my spirit will reach its far distant goal
My astral cord connecting a thin silvery band,
Stretching way up high into the night sky.
My body peaceful asleep on the soft sands.
Angelic bodies are waiting my reply.
I marvel at sweet music mystic and pure,
Soft blue light shining over my entity.
It seems as if I am waiting a sure cure,
For all the ails that have plagued and pained me.
I eventually waken, feeling at peace with my soul,
All aches and pains mysteriously are no more,
My astral journey has helped me reach my goal.
Heaven has accepted me of this I am very sure.
These poems are religious or have a religious background.
Do Not Grieve.
Do not grieve when I pass away,
Remember it is but another stop upon my way.
On my way to a better existence.
That has always beckoned me from a distance.
It is a threshold that we all must cross,
Know that my passing is not a loss.
I will ascend to a temple of learning,
That my soul has been forever yearning.
Knowledge I will gain that man does not know,
So do not grieve at this my funeral below.
Be cheerful at my open grave this day,
Send me off with good wishes that is all I pray.
PLEASE TAKE A LOOK.
I wish you'd please take a look,
Between the covers of this book.
It was written long years ago,
By some-one that was in the know.
The first chapter shows the start,
That set Mankind from the Beasts apart.
History passing on down the years,
Showing human frailty with it's fears.
Adam and Eve, with Abel and Cain,
The beginnings of a life insane.
This wasn't good that's for sure,
For God gave Moses Tablets of Law.
These should not have stopped at ten,
This wasn't enough for stupid Men.
He sent his prophets one by one,
Then at last His Only Son.
In his honour they built a Dome,
A Catholic Church in Ancient Rome.
But Jealousy Envy and simple Greed,
Soon Man had many a creed.
Now there are Religions galore,
You may count them by the score.
So Please, Wont YOU take a look,
Between the covers of this Book.
Pride Before A Fall.
As he strolled along the ground,
His feet made a mighty sound.
Who will fight me? He loudly roared,
His Army behind him was rather bored.
GOLIATH the Philistine was his name,
Mocking the Israelites his claim to fame.
Big and strong a giant of a man,
He had a weird and wonderful plan.
If an Israelite could conquer him on the field of battle.
Then they would not become slaves and kept like cattle.
To fight this Giant of a man, Israel had no soldier with enough élan.
King Saul wrung his hands was there nothing they could do.
His army was helpless and did not have a clue.
Then along came David a lad with a courageous heart,
He picked up five pebbles it was at least a start.
With a pebble in his sling he faced the Philistine,
Then he twirled his sling till it began to whine,
Slinging it at Goliath, it certainly struck home.
Goliath fell toppled by a small stone,
David was a young Lad tending sheep and goats.
He was brave enough to stop Goliaths Gloats.
Going to Goliath he drew the giants heavy sword,
And parted his head from his spinal cord.
The lesson of this story, it does not matter how tall,
Even the proud and the mighty can be brought to a fall.
Jonah.
Jonah decided to go for a sail,
He got himself caught in the middle of a Gale.
It was a very rough sea late at night,
Jonah was washed overboard, a terrible plight.
At that very moment God sent a Whale,
Who swallowed poor Jonah, Gee! what a tale.
You may believe it or you may not,
But please be honest the story is hot.
It has been passed down through the years,
Always been one of a Seaman's fears.
The story of Jonah who got washed overboard in a gale,
And found himself in the belly of a whale.
Help.
On coming to the city of Jericho,
Joshua said, "It is time I think to have a go."
He asked his God what should be done,
"Get many trumpets and blow my son.
Blow and blow with all of your might,
It is another means for you to fight.
The walls you will see will really fall,"
When you blow the new Jehovah's call.
So Joshua's men blew a very loud sound,
And the walls of Jericho fell down to the ground.
The MORAL to this story is plain to behold,
With God's HELP one can afford to be bold.
All of your battles can be won,
With the help of God and his Heavenly Son.
Samson and Delilah.
Samson was a man of very great strength,
To prove it he would go to any length.
As a young man a Lion he killed,
Just brute strength he was not very skilled.
His God gave him this wonderful power,
To save the country of Israel, at the right hour.
All went well until Delilah he met,
But the time was not right, at least not yet.
A Philistine woman, beautiful and bold,
She a conniving person with a heart so cold.
Delilah gave Samson a favour or two,
She was just deceitful and not at all true.
God had told Samson not to cut his hair,
By obeying God he had the strength of a Bear.
Samson's secret that only he knew,
Delilah got out of him in a week or two.
When his defences were down his head she did shave,
With his strength now gone the philistines made him a slave.
His enemies the philistines burned out his eyes,
For Samson no more looks to the skies
With Gods help and by biding his time,
His hair grew again for hers was a terrible crime.
Leading him to the pillars that held the temple walls,
Samson pulled those pillars and the mighty temple falls.
For his strength was unbending and he had broken Delilah's spell,
As for the Philistines they are all to be found in hell.
Time.
Could you please tell me the time,
Yes, Wait a minute to hear the chime.
Each hour the Church clock rings a bell,
And by this the time we tell.
Now isn't that a lovely sound,
Doesn't it just make your heart pound.
The Church is Norman, or so they say,
Generations have come here to pray.
It's worth a visit if you have got the time,
And the architecture is just sublime.
Now what is that I hear you say,
You can't stand and gossip all of the day.
You only wanted to know the time,
Then wait until you hear the chime.
David.
David was a wise man,
As this my poem will tell.
He wrote the most beautiful psalms,
That we all love so well.
Praises to heaven he did write,
That man from long ago.
Nothing could his glory blight,
For his was a godly glow.
His name David often called the wise,
His fame has come down through the ages.
He was at one with the entity of the skies,
The most renowned of all the sages.
The twenty-third psalm gives me assurance and peace,
Written by David's own hand.
May his writings never cease,
For there is nothing else so grand.
Guardian Angel.
I have a Guardian Angel that sometimes speaks to me,
The kettle is boiling hot, be careful making your cup of tea.
Do not cross now there's much traffic on the road,
Or, Please be sensible do not carry such a heavy load.
Be careful of that carpet make sure you do not slip,
Put that knife to your mouth and you are bound to cut your lip.
Yes my Guardian Angel often speaks to me, not out loud,
I seem to hear a gentle voice that is hidden behind a cloud.
My Guardian Angel has lots of work to do,
Sometimes just a warning, to tie the lace in my shoe.
I don't always listen to what is being said,
Like the time I fell and bumped my silly head.
Now when Your Guardian Angel speaks to you,
It is for your best don't get into a stew.
There's no extra cash for doing an Angels work,
They just do it, sometimes for a lousy jerk.
We are all Gods children with an Angel by our side,
Sometimes we may see one but mainly they just hide.
Warming Waters.
Warming waters washing over me,
It was the time of my baptising.
Things of beauty I did see,
As my spirit was slowly rising.
I saw my past as if in dream,
Some terrible things I had done,
All flowed out in the stream,
Of unholy passions on the run.
I raised my eyes up to the light,
Hope filling my longing breast.
No more the sadness of my plight,
For with Holy Water I am blest,
Warming waters washing over me,
Soak all the badness away.
Let me with the righteous be,
Until with the Lord I stay.
Aged.
The fire in the fireplace is low,
Burnt the wood and coal to ash.
You do not seem to miss the glow,
Your old face in darkness just a splash.
The spark has gone from your eyes,
No movement from your breast.
It came to me as no surprise,
That you have gone to your last rest.
Ninety years ago you were born,
You lived life to the very full.
Your body now old and worn,
No more the strength of a bull.
The family will come and say goodbye,
A funeral where prayers will be said
All will say you were a swell Guy,
And it is a pity that you are dead.
Only I will know the truth,
That you were gentle and wise,
You may have been old in the tooth,
This you managed to disguise,
When all the others are left,
From this sad house of mourning.
I will for one feel the cleft,
As I wait for the new day's dawning.
Heavenly Goal.
On going to my local Church today,
I listened quietly to the congregation pray.
Then they sang a hymn of praise,
This old hymn did my spirits raise.
The Vicar preached a sermon good and strong,
This too seemed to march my soul along.
Then all prayed the Lords Prayer,
I took part and did my share.
“Give us this day our daily bread,”
Amen oh Lord to this I said.
Then we sang the closing hymn,
I now felt free from earthly sin.
Abide with me fast falls the eventide.
Help of the helpless Lord with me abide.
At the Church door the Vicar stood,
Asked us to come again, I knew I would.
A good Church service cleans my soul
I feel I am on my way to that Heavenly goal.
Continual Motion.
I am in continual motion like a restless ocean.
No peace can I find no wall to hide behind.
I am a troubled soul that cannot see the whole.
Where is the driving force to keep me on my course?
No set path to follow all around is shallow hollow.
I see no more the spark to guide me through the dark.
No reason to carry on no cloak of hope to don.
Illness has come my way this I know will stay.
Ah! a shining light at last to even my weary past.
I have returned to my Father's fold no more the bitter cold.
Music sounds to my willing ears driving away my fears.
I see perspectives open new with me and the chosen few.
All are homeward bound as we listen to this heavenly sound.
Rising to this shining light that brightens the darkest night.
I now know the eternal way in its splendour I will stay.
My long fight ended at last no more dark shadows to be cast.
For I have returned to peace I have found my Golden Fleece.
A Cross at The Front.
With a cross at the front they march along,
Are you ready to join this happy throng?
Their only weapons the Bible and a book of prayer.
Which all are happy with you to share.
Their rallying call, ”Praise be to the Lord.”
None are conscripted they come of their own accord.
Happy faces filled with spiritual grace,
Be honest could you stand the pace?
No rewards or riches on this our earth,
Just the sure knowledge of a heavenly rebirth.
Bringing peace and goodwill to one and all,
Open your ears hear their rallying call.
Join this happy marching throng,
Then you too will know where you belong.
A state of happiness and peace will prevail,
When you the name of Jesus do hail.
Sinner out of Grace.
I was one, of the congregation.
Kneeling in Church to pray.
The Vicar had preached salvation,
Wonderful words came my way.
I was a Sinner out of grace,
Only came in out of the rain.
Glad to be in this beautiful place,
I swore that I would come again.
Soothing words of spiritual healing,
The Vicar was a man of peace.
This was no place for dealing,
His promising words came without cease.
I now could face the tomorrows,
All the trials and tribulations to come.
There would always be sorrows,
That we would face as one.
Diary.
Dear Diary I wrote today,
I have something important to say.
I saw a most beautiful sight,
Heaven bathed me in wondrous light.
Light blue covered me from head to toe,
My life passes by me all in a flash.
Something wanted me to let go,
Told me to untie the lash.
The lash that binds me to this life.
To cut the cord with one sweep,
Leave this world and all it's strife,
To rest in that eternal sleep.
Dear Diary temptation came my way,
But finally I had the last say.
Too soon to leave my loved ones all.
So I resisted Heavens tempting call.
Gospel Singers.
The Gospel Singers are here in town,
The ladies dressed in flowing gown.
Praises to the Lord they sing,
Melodious, soulful their voices ring.
Audiences filled with appreciation deep,
Applause abounds, some do weep.
Happy faces singing out loud,
Enthralling the appreciative crowd.
Enrapture on the faces of all,
As they listen to the Gospels call.
I myself could listen all day,
Taking in all they say.
Afro-Americans at their best,
Singing Gospels with great zest,
I pray that they may come again,
For they surely sing not in vain.
My Favourite Hymns.
They are singing my favourite Hymns again,
In the Chapel on top of the hill,
I quietly join in with each refrain,
And still feel the age-old thrill.
The thrill I felt as a young boy,
When religion governed my life.
Singing has always been my one great joy,
Taking me away from all lowly strife.
I was once a boy in the choir,
A soprano voice was mine.
My heart was full of desire,
I sang each note so fine.
Sundays in the Chapel I sang,
Choir practice twice a week,
My voice loud and clear rang,
For my Lord I did feverishly seek.
Broken Spirit.
Only with you by my side,
Can I take all in my stride.
You give me a silent strength,
each pace a gathering length.
I know that I will reach my goal,
for you help me play my role.
Your guidance carries me along,
in my heart a wondering song.
What strange whim sent you my way,
I do not know, I cannot say.
I just thank Heaven that you are here,
Keeping me going with thoughts so clear.
Stay with me to the very end,
For you my broken spirit did mend.
A Dream.
My spirits soar on high,
Inebriated with thoughts so pure.
I now can fly,
Nothing is obscure.
Spiritual healing is taking place,
As I rise to heavens realms.
Beams of joy cover my face,
Nothing can me overwhelm.
I have seen the heavens gates,
Beautiful light paves the way,
Music sweet to soul and ear,
I have nothing more to say.
Angel
Sleepily dozing in the old woods,
the sun, shining brightly on my face.
My eyes closed and all seemed so good,
in this most wonderful peaceful place.
I left my body to its fate,
my spirit soaring up on high.
In me there was no more hate,
all troubles passed me by.
Soft music soothed my troubled mind,
A beauteous light lit up the sky.
Here there was a love so kind,
It carried me up on high.
The scene changed Angels appeared,
One took me by my hand.
Now there was nothing that I feared,
Happiness surrounded my like a band.
I was taken to a wondrous gate,
Where all friends and relations stood.
My mind was now in a happy state,
And I greeted them, as I should.
I wanted to stay in this place divine,
My Angel told it was much too soon.
I would have to go back to the place that was mine,
Then I awakened to the light of the moon.
Now confidence is mine soon I will join that throng,
My earthly sojourn is now at an end,
Grateful heart encased in a happy song.
So to all mankind my message I send,
Know all peoples there is hope for all,
A tranquil place awaits you at the end.
Just be ready for that heavenly call
That the angel of death will send.
A Yearning.
Serenity stills my want of sleep,
My troubles are no more deep.
Stillness in the dark of the night,
Softly shines the all-pervading light.
My cares are gently washed away,
The time is for my soul to play.
To play with Angels up on high,
Climbing Jacob’s ladder to the sky.
Listening to music ethereal and clear,
Closer to those Spirits that are dear.
Cherubs and Seraphim's soothing my soul
Have I at last reached my Heavenly goal?
Memories of a troubled earthbound life,
Darkest thoughts that cut like a knife.
All is nearing its predestined end,
Thank you Lord for the Love you did send.
Astral Plane.
I feel the strange pull on the Astral Plane.
My heavenly journey starts all over again.
The silver cord that binds body and soul,
Takes me once more to that heavenly whole.
Strange music fills my only too willing ears.
Calming these all my most earthly of fears.
The light changes from bright rays to blue.
I know that this my path is now so true.
My face radiates my expectant mind rejoices.
As I now listen to the heavenly angelic voices.
Songs of joy singing melodies so pure and sweet,
I await the familiar faces that I soon will meet.
All that have gone on before to this heavenly place.
I will now meet in love and face to beloved face.
Relatives and friends, many faces that I once knew.
Yes I know in my heart I am one of the chosen few.
