Poems About Faith and Hope

The Earth

From far away, Cassini views
A mote of dust and clay.
It is a world that brims with life
But also faces wars and strife,
For man has lost his way.

That sphere, with striking cobalt blue
And lands of verdant green,
Has been a wondrous dwelling place;
It is a lovely gem in space,
Where worlds and moons convene.

And in this world, man strives to find
Abodes of ceaseless peace.
They fear that wars will be their end,
But this they fail to comprehend:
That life will never cease.

The raging wars have marred the Earth,
Like acne on a face.
And yet, the Earth continues on,
Despite the damage wars have done,
Sustaining life with grace.

The Earth forever stands to last
Amidst the stars in space.
It will remain forevermore
Because our God, who made it, swore
It would remain in place.

Despite ongoing human conflict, wars, and environmental issues, the Earth remains resilient and continues to endure. But soon, peace-loving worshipers of Jehovah will replace the ones who persist in their wicked and selfish ways. They will no longer be allowed to cause misery and environmental damage to our beautiful home, the Earth.

Isaiah 45:18; Ecclesiastes 1:4; Proverbs 2:20, 21;
Psalm 24:1; Psalm 37:29; Psalm 104:5

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Poetic form: Quintain

© 2025, Angel L. Villanueva. All rights reserved.

Exodus

When Jacob's sons stood by the shore,
They sobbed in Moses' ears.
They all believed that they would die,
And so began the tears.

A wall of water loomed ahead;
How would they cross the sea?
Behind them, chariots shook the ground,
But nowhere could they flee.

This faithless cry made Moses sad,
Yet God would have a say.
Then Moses prayed and raised his arms,
For God would make the way.

A sudden wind then pierced the sea,
And water drew aside.
The nation gasped as land appeared;
They saw the ground had dried.

They then began to walk across
The land beneath the sea.
Throughout the night, they marched along
To where they would be free.

But once they crossed the parted sea,
They looked behind and saw
That Pharaoh's army had advanced,
And they could not withdraw.

But God exhaled and crashed the walls,
Which made the waters dance.
They rushed the Pharaoh's charging horde,
And they had not a chance.

Their enemies were now beneath
A multitude of waves.
Then Jacob's sons broke out in songs
To praise the One who saves.

The nation of Israel's exodus from Egypt is a faith-building historical event, showing that God's hand is not short and that he will protect his people.

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Poetic form: Quatrain - Ballad

© 2025, Angel L. Villanueva. All rights reserved.

Genesis

There once began an angel's want
When he beheld the dawn of man;
He yearned to be a god to them,
And to that end, he birthed a plan.

His arrogance had made him blind
To all the times he had been blessed
To walk before the throne of God;
With radiant light, he had been dressed.

He saw when God created man;
From Adam's rib arose a wife.
The angel sought to sway her mind,
Presenting thoughts that led to strife.

With impious words, he told a lie
For which he paid a heavy price.
The man and woman fell from grace
And lost their home, a paradise.

However, God revealed the path
For man's return from sin and death.
He sent His son to light the way,
And man was saved with his last breath.

As for the prideful renegade,
Now bound by chains and rigid bars,
He has been tossed from light to night
And lost his post among the stars.

I wrote this poem to briefly summarize the events triggered by an angel's pride, arrogance, and desire for worship, which led him to utter the first lie, resulting in humanity's fall from perfection. But God's purpose in creating mankind remained unhindered. Jehovah arranged for man's redemption from his fallen state. In doing this, He displayed His love, compassion, and undeserved kindness.

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Poetic form: Quatrain

© 2025, Angel L. Villanueva. All rights reserved.

Blind Perception

When Webb's inquiring eye began its search,
It lifted veils to show the farthest light.
And now that man has reached the highest perch,
He can observe the stars beyond the night.
A random cause is all that they can see,
And thus they praise the god of happenstance.
They laud their deity with fickle glee,
Failing to note who built the vast expanse.
What is revealed to them is just a glance
Inside the hand of one they can't conceive.
They credit all that Webb displays to chance,
The non-existent god to whom they cleave.
Though they perceive what lies beyond the sky,
They blind their inner eye and chase the lie.

What the Webb telescope has revealed is awe-inspiring. Sadly, though, many will attribute the complexity found in the vastness of the universe to mere chance, failing to acknowledge even the possibility of a masterful designer behind what is observed. With this poem, I explore the theme of science versus faith and how people interpret the universe through a lens of skepticism while crediting what they see to luck or chance.

Romans 1:18-20; Isaiah 40:12, 25, 26; Job 26:14;
Psalm 8:3, 4; 14:1; 19:1

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Poetic form: Sonnet

© 2023, Angel L. Villanueva. All rights reserved.

Webb

Beyond the edge of empty sky,
Where darkness dwells forever wide,
The eye arrives to question, "Why?"

The universe has long denied
A distant glimpse to those below
Who seek to see where stars collide.

But now the eye can help them know
The stars the heavens never showed
And share with them their splendid glow.

And so they'll see the night explode
With galaxies beyond what shows,
A part of space where time has slowed.

The eye unfolds from its repose
And peers inside the Maker's hand
To understand what heaven knows.

It then reveals a starry band
Beyond what man can comprehend,
Yet held within a grain of sand.

I was moved to write this poem after reading an article on NASA’s website about WEBB’s deepest infrared image of “a tiny sliver of the vast universe,” which is described as “approximately the size of a grain of sand held at arm’s length.” Yet, within that small area, there are thousands of galaxies! This new information is simply astonishing and awe-inspiring.

Isaiah 40:12, 25, 26; Psalm 8:3, 4; 19:1

Inspired by a NASA Article
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Poetic form: Terza Rima

© 2023, Angel L. Villanueva. All rights reserved.

The Scarlet Beast

A tempest surges from the sea—
The sea of humankind.
Within that storm appears a beast,
Which was believed to be deceased;
With kings it has aligned.

And on its back, a harlot rides;
She's dressed in purple-red.
She orders all to stand behind
The loathsome beast, where they will find
An end to days of dread.

O Babylon, how blind you are!
The beast will be your death!
It will cast down your wicked crown
And tear away your crimson gown;
So ends your sinful breath.

But then the beast will meet its end
When Armageddon starts.
Unending peace will come from God,
Not man, whose governance is flawed
And fueled by wayward hearts.

And finally, when all is done,
We'll see a wondrous dawn!
The scarlet beast will be no more,
Not even wars nor men who roar;
The wicked ones are gone!

The Bible describes a time in which the world's governments will eradicate organized religion via a global entity, represented in the book of Revelation by a scarlet wild beast. This entity is the United Nations. An anti-religious fervor is rapidly awakening around the globe, evidence that the "waters" around Babylon the Great are drying up. These events and other prophecies are unfolding before our eyes.

Revelation 17:5, 16; 19:1,2; Psalm 37:9-11, 29

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Poetic form: Quintain

© 2023, Angel L. Villanueva. All rights reserved.

My Humble Plea

To you, I turn, O Sovereign One,
To plead that I complete my run.
Beneath your wings I wish to flee;
Jehovah, hear my humble plea.

Renew my strength, I beg of you,
And help me be the man you view.
I will abide by your decree;
Jehovah, hear my humble plea.

Sustain my faith and courage, too,
While I await what will be new—
A paradise where death won't be.
Jehovah, hear my humble plea.

O God, please help me see your ways
And guide my steps on darkened days,
Or when I fall and bruise my knee.
Jehovah, hear my humble plea.

I do recall the vow I made,
And it will not remain unpaid.
I will not join the roaring sea;
Jehovah, hear my humble plea.

Each night, I bare my heart in prayer,
Acknowledging the sins I bear.
I do believe you care for me
And that you'll hear my humble plea.

At times, the stress and anxiety we face can feel so overwhelming that we might consider giving up. However, it’s important to remember that we are not alone. The challenges we encounter may test our faith, much like they did for Job, who struggled to understand the reason behind his intense suffering. Nevertheless, the knowledge that Jehovah is watching over us and will act at the appropriate time gives us the strength to endure these trials.

Psalm 55:22; Psalm 83:18; Isaiah 42:8; Isaiah 12:2; 2 Corinthians 4:7

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Poetic form: Kyrielle

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The Night Will End

I've heard the groans of men who suffer wrong.
I've read the falsehoods penned by those who rule.
I've felt the pain of children's muffled cries.
I've seen the poor exploited by the cruel.

The meek are weak, declares the howling crowd,
While manly attributes are loathed and mocked.
Such ones impugn the standards set by God
And flaunt the prurient morals they concoct.

Imperfect men can't rule a peaceful world;
They can't remove the seeds of woes they sowed.
Imperfect men can't end incessant wars
Or keep from death the final payment owed.

I have renounced the wisdom of the hordes
And all the carnal mores they have designed.
I stand with those who walk the narrow road;
I yearn to one day leave this world behind.

Revelation 17:5, 16; 19:1,2; Psalm 37:9-11, 29; Romans 6:23

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Poetic form: Quatrain

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The Storm Has Passed

One early day I walked a path
A storm had topped with snow.
Though winter lessened in her wrath,
The wind that traced the aftermath
Had slapped my face with ice in tow—
Her wintry grip to show.

I heard a voice amid the gale
As winter slowed her dance.
It echoed through the falling hail
And sounded like a mournful wail,
Which freed me from a frigid trance.
I chanced a wary glance.

I heard it say, “Forget the past,
The pages that have turned.
The ink has faded; time has passed.
Your holding on will only cast
Continued pain you have not earned.
But save what you have learned.”

I weighed the words, then looked around
To share my thankful glee.
Despite my search, no one was found.
I looked toward the snowy ground;
No footprints 'round that I could see,
But ones left there by me.

This poem highlights the importance of beginning the healing process from the wrongs we have experienced by letting go of a painful past. Holding onto negative memories can adversely influence our attitudes and behaviors, potentially diminishing our love for our spiritual brothers and sisters. Although letting go is challenging, doing so will enable us to embrace a brighter future and move beyond debilitating memories and regrets.

Revelation 17:5, 16; 19:1,2; Psalm 37:9-11, 29

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Poetic form: Sexain

© 2022, Angel L. Villanueva. All rights reserved.

Guide My Steps

Like David's heart, my own is crushed;
I've waited here for friends to care.
But I'm alone, a trampled reed;
In tears, I turn to you in prayer.

Oh, mercy be the hand you show;
May words of comfort flow from you.
Renew my strength, for I am weak;
Refresh my soul like morning dew.

Instill in me a loyal heart,
And help me always guard its door,
For I do hate the wayward deeds
Of those who worldly ways adore.

Extend your hand, take hold of mine,
And guide my steps away from there.
Infuse my soul with fortitude;
I beg of you in my despair.

I composed this poem as a prayer to capture the deep feelings of despair and desire for divine comfort and strength we experience during times of emotional turmoil. In it, I express a sense of isolation and vulnerability, like David during his many trials, as well as a longing for God's guidance and protection when facing daily trials and temptations.

Isaiah 41:10; Isaiah 57:15; Psalm 31:7; Psalm 34:18;
Psalm 51:17; Psalm 62:8; Psalm 145:18

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Poetic form: Quatrain

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The Road To Life

This darkened world calls out to me;
The wicked join in its decree.
A constant peal of bells resounds,
Inviting man to impious grounds.
A harlot rides a fearsome beast;
Her thirst for red has not decreased.
Unknown to most, her end is near;
She'll soon be stunned with horrid fear.
The wider road is full of strife;
The narrow road will lead to life.
The pleasures of this world abound,
But I despise its prurient ground.
I turn my back on pleading cries,
Rejecting myths and endless lies.
I aim to reach the finish line
And see a world of God's design.

Matthew 7:13, 14

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Poetic form: Couplet

© 2021, Angel L. Villanueva. All rights reserved.

The Great Tribulation

The world has reached its darkest night,
A time of evil, death, and blight.
A tribulation heads its way,
Yet man ignores the looming fright.

Recall the ones from Noah's day
Who sought a life of ease and play.
But then the rain came pouring down
And swept that wicked world away.

Unveil your eyes and look around;
You'll see a godless, wicked frown.
Do not forget that angels strayed
And man had bowed to Satan's crown.

The eight who lived remained unswayed
By those who mocked and disobeyed.
Embrace your hope and guard your faith;
You'll see the day for which you've prayed.

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Poetic form: Rubaiyat

© 2021, Angel L. Villanueva. All rights reserved.

Alone With Silence

She stands by me this somber day,
An overcast one full of gray.
I glance at people walking by;
They seem perplexed and far away.

Their world and life have gone awry,
Where wrong is right and low is high.
They fear a future they don't know;
It seems their minds keep asking, “Why?”

Around the world are cries of woe
From mighty kings and those below.
A scourge has marred their daily scene,
Where death has aimed a fatal blow.

Pandemics, wars, and things obscene
Have plagued what was for them routine.
And now, they feel a vague unease,
A nagging doubt from things unseen.

I sense a gentle gliding breeze
And note the sigh along the trees.
The leaves are roused at its command
But soon return to rest at ease.

As evening walks across the land,
And time has passed like grains of sand,
I bow my head in earnest prayer,
While bashful silence holds my hand.

The COVID-19 pandemic significantly impacted daily life. My job as a mail carrier required me to interact daily with many people, so I saw firsthand their struggle during this difficult time. I wrote this poem at the onset of the pandemic's second year while reflecting on the prophecies recorded in the Bible.

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Massachusetts State Poetry Society 2021 Arthur (Skip) Potter Memorial Contest - 2nd Place
Poetic form: Rubaiyat

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Hold Fast, You Brave Ones!

The Northern King awakens from his rest
And brings a siege upon a lowly crowd.
He storms the humble homes of the oppressed
And seeks to silence men who can't be cowed.
Behind him stands the dragon, full of rage;
He knows his kingship has approached its end.
He spurs the Northern King to take the stage,
To crush the ones whose faith he's failed to bend.
Though fear may course their veins as they hold fast,
They are prepared to wield God's word in hand.
And though the dragon's force is great and vast,
Jehovah's angels swarm like grains of sand.
Hold fast, you brave ones! Don't relax your hand!
For soon you'll see God's army take its stand!

Ephesians 6:16, 17; 2 Kings 6:16, 17

Songs: Give Me Courage Never Alone With Eyes of Faith
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Poetic form: Sonnet

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The Choice

A lightless angel reaches out to me
And says a path of plenty could be mine,
And all I have to do is turn the key,
Then enter through a door of his design.
He claims I can enjoy a better life
And that the path I walk can be replaced.
He promises a life that's free from strife
Because his road is wide and amply spaced.
But I will not pursue what I can see,
For that would leave me blind to what's divine.
The narrow road will yield the valid key
To enter through the door of God's design.
Beware of him who sows deceptive scenes
To steal your precious hope by guileful means.

Matthew 7:13, 14; 2 Corinthians 11:14; 1 Peter 5:8; Ephesians 6:11

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Poetic form: Sonnet

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The King of The North

Be warned, O haughty Northern King,
Your time will come to pass!
You now have trampled holy ground
To scourge the lowly class.

You brandish weapons forged by hand
To threaten peaceful men
And all the women you condemn
With lashes from a pen.

Observe their faces, Northern King;
Their joy you will not crush.
Your army strives to silence them;
Their mouths, you will not hush.

Like swarms of locusts, they proceed
Unitedly to laud
The One whose army you will face;
Jehovah is their God!

You are so warned, O Northern King;
Your actions are unwise.
They won't retreat, and you will see
God's army fill the skies!

Who is "The King of the North" today
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Poetic form: Quatrain - Ballad Stanza

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O Death

O Death, you wait to see if I succumb
As woefulness invades my weakened form.
You wish to snatch my breath before the storm
While I am still dejected, sad, and glum.

My face betrays the woe I hold inside,
A sense of sadness served by somber days.
My pain at times obscures my songs of praise,
And so, it seems to you, my faith has died.

You've erred in seeing my grief as giving up;
I won't betray the trust God has in me.
The love I have for Him you fail to see;
I will endure despite my bitter cup.

So then, O Death, the gloom you see in me
Is not because I fear your hand or grave.
For even if you cage the life you crave,
The One I serve has always held the key.

1 Corinthians 15:55; Isaiah 25:8; Isaiah 26:19; Revelation 21:4
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Poetic form: Quatrain - Enclosed Rhyme

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Strength To Cope

Infuse in me the strength to cope,
To lean on you when storms approach.
Please search my heart, in you, I hope;
Infuse in me the strength to cope.
For words, at times, I seem to grope,
But earnest prayers, you won't reproach.
Infuse in me the strength to cope,
To lean on you when storms approach.

Philippians 4:13; 2 Corinthians 4:7-9; Psalm 46:1

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Poetic form: Triolet

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Facing The Storms

The waves dilate as darkened clouds expand.
A woeful soul observes the nearing storm.
He sees the gloomy sky extend its hand
And feels the cresting waves toward him swarm.
What hope is there beyond what he can see
When he is near the arms of waiting death?
With trembling lips, he cries an urgent plea
And begs Jehovah God to spare his breath.
His sobs accompany his teary eyes
As he falls to his knees again to pray.
Lifting his anguished eyes toward the skies,
He gains the strength he needs to find his way.
When mounting storms assail your precious hope,
Beseech the One who grants the strength to cope.

Psalm 116:1-9; Philippians 4:6, 7, 13; Isaiah 41:10;
Proverbs 3:5, 6; 1 Peter 3:12

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Poetic form: Sonnet

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Keep Your Senses

He stalks as he lets out a roar
In his attempt to breach your door.
He wants to make you run away
And leave behind what you adore.

This master hunter seeks to prey
On all the faithful day by day.
So be attentive and perceive
The traps he sets along your way.

With cunning creeds, he will deceive
The minds of those inclined to leave.
He'll tempt you with disgusting lies
To make you doubt what you believe.

Remain alert with love aglow;
Each day, resolve your faith to show.
Await the day that God has set
To free you from this dreadful foe.

1 Peter 5:8

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Poetic form: Rubaiyat

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See With Eyes of Faith

The signs that those with eyes can't see
Abound throughout the earth.
They're noted in the many wars
That bring despair to birth.

Diseases scourge the young and old
As famine walks about.
And men of faith are shown disdain
By crowds that feed on doubt.

These were foretold to mark our time
As signs of dreadful days
When mankind would assail the truth
And seek their selfish ways.

Why won't they see these lucid signs
Yet cling to blatant lies?
They slander God, whom they despise—
The path to their demise.

Though others may ignore the signs,
We know God's word is light.
And so we see the prophecies
With faith, which gives us sight.

So firmly guard your precious faith,
For he who brought the lie
Will tempt a weakened heart to doubt
And cause his hope to die.

Exert yourself to reach the prize—
The day we've longed to see!
And we will live forevermore—
So joyous we will be!

To Those Who Left

There was a time when you held dear
The Kingdom news that you declared.
But now your voice remains subdued
Because you hide what you once shared.

Return, relight your joy and hope;
Remember when you felt His care.
Then He will take you in His arms,
And He'll expunge the weight you bear.

This darkened world will meet its end,
So leave behind its noxious air.
Renew your love and trust in God;
Display the love you long to share.

The judgment day won't be delayed;
Return to God with tears and prayer.
Fulfill the vow you gladly made
The day He freed you from despair.

The Cell Tells

Unwise are those who mask the truth with lies,
Who claim that life arose from lifeless ooze.
They choose to see with Darwin's blinded eyes
And fail to note creation's many clues.
They mock the thought that life had guiding hands—
That God designed and breathed life into man.
To chance, they kneel and bow as ardent fans,
Insisting that is how all life began.
The humble human cell cries out to them
To seek and search within its guarded halls,
For there they'll find the truth that will condemn
The lies retold and carved on wobbly walls.
They view God's wondrous work with covered eyes
While sipping barren brew distilled with lies.

The Ability of Cells to Specialize
Amazing Flagellum : Michael Behe and the Revolution of Intelligent Design
The Inner Life of the Cell Animation
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Poetic form: Sonnet

© 2019, Angel L. Villanueva. All rights reserved.

Spiritual Warfare

I bear the scars from battles I have fought;
I've fallen to my knees while pressing on.
At times, my will to fight has waned to naught;
I've felt I lacked the strength to see the dawn.
The fallen one proclaims that I have lost
And laughs at all the errors I have made.
He taunts that I should cede, for I've been tossed,
Asserting I'm alone, that there's no aid.
But I recall the mercy God has shown
When I have failed to guard my gated door.
I know that in this war I'm not alone,
And so I wield the sword as angels soar.
The love that God has shown has led the way.
I'll fight until the end; my vow, I'll pay.

Come, See

Come and see a world at peace,
Where happiness will never cease,
Where humble ones are full of joy,
And beasts obey a mere young boy.

Come see a world where wars will end,
Where everyone will be a friend,
Where youthful vigor flows within,
And wrinkles vanish from the skin.

Come see the blind regain their sight,
The mute sing songs with sheer delight,
The deaf hear voices once concealed,
And all the lame traverse a field.

Come see that death cannot enslave
The ones God calls back from the grave;
The joy of seeing loved ones rise
Will fill our hearts with joyous cries.

I know that what you see is true,
For God will make it all come through.
So come and join the throng you view;
Eternal life can be yours too.

Have Faith

A dreadful giant rose from fearful lands
To mock the battle lines of Jacob's sons.
He held a shield and lance with mighty hands;
With them, he threatened God's appointed ones.
Great fear had gripped the men who held the line;
Before them stood a foe of frightful might.
The soldiers failed to trust the One Divine,
The One whose hand would send their foes to flight.
A child then strode to meet the giant's dare,
But only with his faith and little stones.
He offered praise to God and said a prayer,
Then hurled a rock to break Goliath's bones.
He flung a little stone with faith in God,
The One whose arm arose to break the rod.

Babylon The Great

The earthly kings prepare to go to war
To bring an end to Babylon the Great.
She has been ruling since the days of yore,
But swift will be the fall from her estate.
They will expose her sins and grievous deeds—
The wicked acts that stain her garish gown.
The beast she rides will rise to end her creeds,
And she'll receive no aid when trampled down.
Yet brief will be that dark and fearsome day;
The loyal will reveal with whom they stand.
It will not be the kings whom they'll obey;
Their knees will bend to God's almighty hand.
O sinful Babylon, your end is near!
So sip your last red wine, then quake with fear.

Velvet Sky

A hint of velvet drapes the evening sky
As countless distant stars begin to rise.
I smile at what I see, and then I sigh;
This wondrous scene enchants my aging eyes.
The waking ocean breeze begins her dance;
Her fingers graze my face—a tender kiss.
I gaze in awe at this ornate expanse,
Then bashful silence joins the scenic bliss.
But then I grasp how life is brief in time,
And so, with tears, my eyes begin to well.
And yet, I know one day I'll reach my prime,
Right here on earth, where man will always dwell.
The splendor of creation shares with me
A glimpse of paradise—one day to be.

God's Arms

It was a day that tore her heart;
Her grief was hard to bear.
She lost her longtime mate in death;
She copes by means of prayer.

Her drowning eyes well up with tears;
She bows her head to pray.
She pleads to God to give her strength
And guide her on the way.

She prays to God on bended knees;
A calmness soothes her mind.
As painful thoughts begin to fade,
She leaves her tears behind.

Jehovah heard her rising pleas
And cleared away what harms.
She shuts her eyes and falls asleep
While cradled in his arms.

One Day

There is a haze of gloom around the world
Preventing eyes from seeing what is true.
The lie unleashed in Eden has unfurled—
A lie no sinful man can e'er undo.
That lie has led the heart to sin's allure,
Beguiling all who seek their selfish wants.
Deluded men have strayed to what's impure;
They fail to see the lie the devil flaunts.
But there is one whom God has placed as King;
With lasting peace, he'll reign in paradise.
And death no longer will employ its sting,
For Christ has fully paid the ransom price.
One day, we'll raise our eyes in tears and see
A paradise as promised—you and me.

Doomsday Clock

The doomsday clock was made so man may cope;
It was designed to show who's in control.
Their brazen claims have led to ebbing hope,
For they have not discerned the Kingdom's role.
Their clock has ticked while men of hatred blaze;
They have ignored all urgent calls for peace.
They strive to mime the sun's consuming gaze;
Now many fear that life on Earth could cease.
But soon, their hate and virulence will end,
And those who worship war will be no more.
A promised dawn of lasting peace will mend
The hearts of all upon whom blessings pour.
The answer does not lie with foolish men,
Where hatred dwells and multiplies by ten.

Despair and hope in the face of human conflict are what I attempt to capture with this poem, particularly as it centers around the ominous concept of the "doomsday clock," which to many symbolizes impending catastrophe as a result of mankind's choices. To most, the world seems to be spiraling toward doom, but they fail to see that there is a true hope for rebirth and peace by means of God's Kingdom, which will bring an end to war and all of man's fearmongering.

I Await

I was a child when, from my bed,
I called out to you,
For I had dreamt of a life of void,
Where I no longer was.
No existence, nothingness,
Was what haunted my dream.
Fear, utterly gloomy and numbing,
Embraced me, its coldness reaching
Into the deepest part of my being.
But that fear—that agonizing fear—
You removed from me
And replaced it with hope.
It is a wondrous hope!
This hope is one of endless life.
It is not one that fades away
Like the mist of an early morning.
That wonderful gift of eternal life
Is like the one Adam squandered
When he selfishly chose
To turn his back on you.
It's been years since that night,
Yet that hope still burns within me.
I know you will bring
Your promises to fruition.
Your words of comfort
Will not go unfulfilled.
Until then, I patiently wait,
No longer in fear,
No longer a terrified child
Crying on his bed,
But a man, a gray-headed man,
Who awaits your call.