A Sunday Poem by JOE POEWHIT
A Sunday
I sat under a tree all the day long. I contemplated the
complex majesty of GOD. There before my mortal eye's,
all the glory which is GOD. Perfection which goes beyond
the scope of mortal human contemplations. A burning creation
of life and formations. All there for the mortal to ponder, all the
day long on GODS, first day of the week...
Set aside by GOD, for the splendid wonder of contemplation with the rest. Beyond the stars of heaven, past the
essence of light, into the infinite darkness of the outer space.
Places where the human heart and mind cannot travel. Constricted
by our mortal flesh which captivates our souls.
Only for that one day in the future, to be free from mortal flesh.
To live, rein, and dwell with GOD in the eternal and absence
of time. No longer the pedantic motion which enraptures us into the folds of restricted mortal life. Bound to the mortal places of it's motions.
To shed this mortal flesh, like the skin of a snake. To be in the fold
of the eternal GOD for ever. The creator and builder of all. Beyond all the places, where we cannot contemplate. YET, I sit under this tree on a Sunday and GOD shows me all this eternity. The perfection of GOD
and the supreme power of the eternal.
December 2004 Joe Poewhit
JESUS SAVES
'..Beyond all the places, where we cannot contemplate. YET, I sit under this tree on a Sunday and GOD shows me all this eternity..' This poem expresses great imaginative power and gravity of senses exposed.Thank you. Best wishes. A.
I love this poem..! I want to write like you I will someday just you watch!
Great work Joe...God is great for sure.. Keep this talent flowing..
how pious you are. the society benifits from such men. shan
Most of us tend to waste away our Sundays on frivolous nothings. It’s good that you have highlighted the need to contemplate on God, at least on Sundays, so that our minds can be sane during the entire week.
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I would like to translate this poem
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YET, I sit under this tree on a Sunday and GOD shows me all this eternity. The perfection of GOD..... Oh, how i truly love this verse, Joe..And i say, amen and amen to this. A very inspiring piece.God bless you Hugs, Meggie