A selection of Religious Poems by Diane de St Hilaire Simmonds (C)
The poems on this page are copyright (c). If you wish to use any of the poems, please contact the author: firstname.lastname@example.org for written permission. A Prayer Loving Father, renew my faith daily. Walk with me through the shadows. Laugh with me in my joy. Remove ingrained patterns from my life. Make my worship of You a voyage of discovery. Send me out into the spaces of Your mind. Let me be a spiritual astronaut. Though I walk the valleys of the poorest of men link my faith to my service Save me from following the herd; bleating in church corridors. Soar me as an eagle through the skies to hunt for myself and on finding to feed my babes from my innermost gullet. And may the tree that I nest in always be a Cross
God Of Knowledge Jeremiah 1.05 Before I formed you in the womb I knew you And before you were born I consecrated you. I had My plan for you. God of knowledge God of Truth God of Love Help me, to have knowledge.... to know you and know myself. Help me, to find the Truth.... about You, the world and myself. Help me, to Love You.... myself and others with Your Eternal Truth and Love. And with this knowledge.... Help me to keep on seeking.... growing.
Growing Older in the L ord Growing older in the Lord is one of life's beautiful things. It's nought to fret nor fume on. A melody of treasure it brings. Looking back along the road we've travelled all so long, we see the rhythm, highs and lows create a unique song that's ours and ours alone for Him: a serenade of time; each note a peal of victory eternity will chime. And if along the way a chord we wish we hadn't sung; its lilt enchants all heaven when the bells of life are rung. It swells the tunes of praise to God: our song of life ascended. The notes combine triumphantly, in celestial chorus blended. And so each year extends the tune, adds many more refrains, enriches God's planned melody: each note our God ordains. So play the sharps and flats of life, ring each note loud and clear, compose a song of praise to God: new harmony each year. I ASKED FOR A MIRACLE I asked for a miracle one cloudy wintry day. I asked the Lord to change my life and wondered at His way... For nothing changed and no one gave the slightest howdy do but somehow peace invaded me and strength to see me through. I asked for a miracle when justice came undone. I asked my Lord for justice by His revolutionary Son. But nothing changed; the world looked on and went their merry way. But God in His great mercy made ME kinder every day. I asked for a miracle when my heart crushed in despair. A soul wrenched cry for healing when no one seemed to care. But nothing changed; the sun still rose and birds chirped round my door, But Jesus on a Cross said "Child, forgive to your heart's core". I asked for a miracle for suffering agony. When earth's diseases conquer and we see death's litany. But nothing changed; disease grew worse death's angel beckons me To rise with Him in Glory into life's eternity. I asked for a miracle, for eyes to see; discern why God's in control yet will not world's evil ways upturn. And something changed within my heart, a deep illumining glow of Jesus hanging on a Cross to say "My child, I know no words can change the picture; no powerful puppet strings - I CAME: achieved my miracle - partook your suffering sins. It's easy to speak hollow words; manipulate, condemn. In love I CAME - the miracle is giving 'self' for men. Prayer Again My God, you are hidden from the learn’ed And yet in every stone and leaf and sky I find you. You appear to let this world run amuck And yet you guide my insignificant thoughts to you. And your plan for my life. You ask me to appear ‘weak’ to the world In order to discover spiritual strength Beyond understanding. You are wild as the winds of the oceans And free as the stars And yet they are tamed by you To a disciplined plan. You are so old, And yet so new to me, Making me new every day. You are unchanging through the ages In your love and mercy And yet you change me constantly And as I change I find my ideas of you changing too. You are constantly working, creating, guiding, And yet always restful; at peace. What contrary spirit do I seek To find a certainty That holds the tight rope that I walk Between good and evil? You said ‘all things I have created are good’. Is my perception of them also good? Or must I learn By forgetting all past concepts And begin again... Renew my life daily. Amen. I’m crying too Raindrops on my roof sound so gentle, Match my tears and grief down here below. Lord, I need to know, was this your will For if it was, I’m sad that it was so. The raindrops turned to music soft and loving. Their drenching sound so strong, emotion deep Say, “No, I don’t want this to hurt or harm you, And for you and your sad hear I too do weep.” So I take strength my God and trust you All ill you’ll take, and turn around for good. So take this problem Lord, I now release it For your great hand to work the way it should. I thank you Lord, your words of comfort falling When my heart’s so sadly grieved and blue And rain that glistens so gently on my window That says to me, “My child, I’m crying too”.
Silence Silence: my friend; my sanctuary; my strengthening. For in the silence I hear God speaking. In the silence I feel God's awakening to inner strengths. In the silence I see God's illumining to inner truths. For silence is the greatest communicator of all. In silence we find out about ourselves. In silence we discover what life is all about. In silence we discover what life is all about. In silence we see the sweet mysteries of life. In silence we unravel the perplexities of life. In silence we are aware of the spiritual realm that nurtures our world. In silence we find God. Think Think your mind To my heavenly places. Fill it with my beautiful thoughts. Carry them with you Everywhere you go. Remember In the beginning Was only my thoughts. With my thoughts I created the world. You are like me. You are one with me. In your small corner of the world You are able to create a ‘garden of Eden’ Where I can come and abide; Where I can invite my friends To come in, and sit awhile And be refreshed through you. Clouds of Fire A sunset on a cloudless sky Is pretty, but quite bland. The colours gently mingle; Give an aura to the land. But sunset on a sky of clouds Is drama to behold: Sky mirrors prisms of jewel lights And clouds alight with gold. So too, if life were bland with ease; Untroubled, cloudless skies, We’d smile a sweet insipid faith That never reached our eyes. Yet those who’ve conquered mountains; Trail blazed drought and storms and mire, Stand on peaks ablaze with glory; Silhouetted by clouds of fire.
Streams of joy When the waves of trouble are washing over you, threatening to drown you, listen to the trickling streams of joy. Lots of little loving trickles make a stream of joy. Pay attention to them. Picture them. Love them. Let them run over the rough boulders of life. Listen to the noise of their babbling. It is music to the ears and to the heart. Continually remember the little loving trickles for by doing so streams of joy will flow into your life. TAKE UP YOUR CROSS Take up your cross and follow Me. Do not just sit and enjoy being saved. You must follow. Walk on. Grow. Discover your faith. Explore. Learn more of Me. Come closer to Me. A friendship that does not move past the introduction is no friendship. I have so much more to show you. THE WATTLE TREE Don't forget in the winter gloom blooms the wattle tree. A silent testimony that defies the winter frosts; a promise of new birth in the spring. When all is bare and white, the frost burnt grass a brown sludge, stringently stretching to at least give an impression of covering and protecting the cold ground; when grey clouds loom every day and chill winds shriek through the storm tossed scrub, harassing the gums to huddle their olive gowns close to them; the wattle stands silently spilling its courage in sprays of golden hue; surprising the winter wind; meeting its teasing challenge with little puffs of golden delight; rather than cowering to the icy blast. And before long the winter wind gives up its fight and lays to rest its fierce aggression, melting in the face of this golden gown of glory. Yes, heed well, the wattle tree in winter. Landscape of my life Paperbarks gnarled and twisted; peeling patchworked trunks shedding discarding patching renewing. All the while arms reaching for the sky. Fighting drought Fighting wind Sucking at starving sandy,suffocating soil. Yet stark in its beauty of creamy browns and soft soft greys of barren earth against a blue blue sky. Stunning landscape. So too is my life gnarled: shedding discarding patching renewing fighting elements of pain. Am I also beautiful in the landscape of my life?
TWENTY FIRST BIRTHDAY Growing older is discovery of self. It's knowing all that God meant you to be. He planned your life at the beginning of time; A life that would set your soul and spirit free; A life whereby you'll discover on the way Great truths, that mystify the wise And though at twenty one your hears mature, Your inner person's in for great surprise! The years go by with added sense of awe At wonders of the world; the human mind: Instil a hunger to discover more; To search the greater depths, surprised to find That more is found by those admitting they don't know. And human logic fails, life to explain. Why in giving up of 'self' - we find our person And childlike faith and wonder shows knowledge is in vain. So though you're twenty one, please keep on growing; Keep seeking, wondering, exploring wider skies Keep asking God to lead where He's created A path for you that's lined with great surprise!
IT'S SURPRISING WHERE WATTLE TREES GROW Gum trees in the gorges twist and curl their agony as the windswept barren ridges bare red earth for all to see, and red clay bound scraggy mulga bows its face in windswept prayer as the queen of nature's glory flaunts her golden crown of hair. There she stands in crowning glory to surprise all who behold: how though in earth's poorest crust, she is gowned in purest gold. Though the fierce wind howls and gales there; drought bound trees all gnarl in pain; still the beauty of the wattle lends to earth its grace again to claim beauty in its landscape, though a harsh and barren land: yes, it's surprising how the wattle sheds its gold in God's wise plan. And it's true how in our own life, although poor and harsh may be we can learn a valued lesson from the humble wattle tree. When fierce troubles howl around us; drought bound friendships seem to be - don't twist and gnarl to fit your trouble - proudly be a wattle tree. The Old Wooden Cross Your wooden cross of gold One dark and stormy night Shone fiercely at my window With a brilliant starry light. “How come a cross of wood can so brilliantly burn of gold and light and splendour” my heart could not discern. “Your heart, so soft and frail is a treasure unto Me. Each hurt you bear, I feel As I hang here on My tree. When you were only small And you stumbled and you fell, I picked you up, dear child, And I cried your tears as well. And when you went to school Life’s hard lessons daily learned, As the bullies pulled and pushed you Child, My heart with your pain burned. Your teenage years of turbulence, Discovery, quest of self; I worried and I yearned That in Me you’d find true wealth. And so My cross My child, Is not just poor man’s wood. It sparkles diamond tears; Blows the embers of childhood. And the more old, gnarled and wrinkled My wooden cross may seem, The more it glows tried gold – We’re a pressured diamond team. The more My child you suffer, You stumble and rebel, For you My cross shines forth; Of My love for you it tells. Draw Near to Me Draw near to me. Do not worry If you seem to be alone So much of the time. Draw near to me. Open up your soul And let me Draw near to you And you will find Peace Tranquillity And discernment Of my powers And of my greatness. Then you will be prepared To go out Into company Into the world Into my service. And I can use you. But I can only truly use you When you have this closeness With me. You cannot give What you have not been given. So be alone with me And ask, seek, knock. Music for the soul Music is the world at play on a summer’s morn. It is the soul’s breath taking wings To soar through the universe and touch God’s heart. Music is the stirring deep within of God thoughts released into the ether. Music is our heart vibrating with love; the flowering of the earth; the crashing spray of waves against the cliff; and its lapping on the sands. Music is in each human gift; in the feet that bear good news. Music is love breathing; manifesting; exuberant; and joyful. Royal North Shore’s Chapel It’s Easter 2009 And Royal North Shore Has thrown out its crosses In fear. Fear of offending others. And the cock crowed Ten thousand times To put them back. Tsunamis The earth trembles, holds its breath against a tide that sweeps it bare and leaves behind a rubble of innocence. Tears form another wave of rage from the world. Who is responsible? A god who does not care? In the Genesis the creator gave his creation to his beloved Who raped and abused the gift To satisfy his own lust and greed. So who is at fault – the giver, or the receiver? Or is there no guilt, only remorse And lamentations For what should have been? Aging Antique crystal Catches rainbows That colour my years. Wisdom in every hue. Nothing black and white. Eternal creator Reminds us every day The passing of time Holds beauty. Morning sunrise, Fragile, fresh and crisp; Evening sunsets, Colours strengthened by wisdom of the day. Fires of your Spirit I remember the day lord When I asked for the empowerment of your Holy Spirit A Pentecost of fire Burned into my soul. My life changed... from doing- Raising a family, Doing church things To being... Part of your created universe Part of the heavens and cosmos, Part of your created world One with your Spirit... And I knew what it was To be alive, and on fire for you.
If I would share my faith with you If I would share my faith with you, I would give you the gift Of music from the soul That touches the inner heart To make it sing. If I would share my faith with you, The spirit’s breath would blow, Caress a wisp of hair on your forehead And cheeky curls about your ears Then fly, to dance and rustle amongst the highest treetops. If I would share my faith with you, I would paint the gilt edge of sunset on the clouds On your every sorrow To remind you in the evening light That once the darkness has passed, The dawn of morning comes. If I would share my faith with you, I would robe you in cobalt velvet, Buttoned with the stars of the southern cross And scarfed with the shimmering gossamer Of the Milky Way. And then you would know. See Saw, Marjory Daw He gave his life at 33 The first real ANZAC His life for the world to know. Justice, and love. Slowly, a United Kingdom was built On his moral code Of freedom and humanity. So too in the USA - Equality and fairness for all. And in the Great Southern Land A starlight cross Blazes equality across the sky A land where every Jack Is as good as his master, Where a fair day’s work for a fair day’s pay Is more than a slogan. Where the stranger at our gate Is welcomed, and given a fair go. The land of great opportunity They call it. Freedom of religion, For all but Him Who began it all. God is dead, they say, But which god? Only the God of the cross – The God of democracy is dead. Other gods are alive with 'rights'. Does Jack really have a new master? See saw, Marjory Daw... THE LITTLE CHRISTMAS SWAGGIE Years not long passed in Aussie land when times were tough and mean, our swaggies wandered through the hills their figures long and lean. A swag was humped upon their backs: their tucker bag and tea, and boots were cardboard lined for soles; they camped beneath a tree. Men laid beneath the Milky Way and brewed their billy tea; hoped for a shilling soon to earn to feed their family..... Long long ago in ancient times in Bethlehem one night, a baby boy was born a King yet shared our swaggies' plight. Long way from home his parents trod the dusty country track; His mother laboured 'cross the miles, upon a donkey's back. They camped within the stable walls beneath a shining star, whose light caressed the new born babe and spread the news afar. A bed of straw the babe laid on and swaddling kept Him warm; this little Swaggie King was born with love this world to reform. And so the Swaggie King grew up in simple poverty; He stayed a swaggie in His heart true to His nativity. In adult days He roamed the hills: man born to be Messiah; no homely pillow for His head as other men desire. No worldly goods strapped to His waist His feet in sandals clad; but riches from His lips poured forth: how God's blessings man can have. As the Aussie swaggie worked and walked to save his family, so God's own Swaggie tramped this earth to rescue you and me. When next you see the Milky Way or brew a gum leaf tea, remember your past heritage: GOD'S LITTLE CHRISTMAS SWAGGIE. Silent Night Silent night, Holy night, Nought but stars And hills in sight Shepherds rest upon the green Look into darkness, stare and dream And ponder. Quiet quiet quiet night Souls feel tiny at the sight Of moon and stars and endless lights Twinkling in the black of night. God whispers. Men see things they cannot dream Eternity comes close, is seen In visions bright against the night A band of angels, heavenly light Sing praises to a father And speak the heavenly birth. And simple shepherds know a truth They touch a wisdom in its youth That in the quietness of the night God comes down, and in that light Comes life.
Enlightment Do you ever stand in awe At midnight ’s dark sky, Full moon and shining stars And feel God’s love and light Caress you? Do you ever reach your hand Into the night sky And touch the stars And wonder why Eternity’s so far away, and yet so near? Do you ever listen To the jingling Christmas bells And wonder why your heart Is suddenly so light? Are you willing To be a Mary And with your humble life surrendered Bring a blessing for so many? Christmas is more than gifts, And our faith is more than asking for divine intervention into life Behind all the Christmas giving Is the Silent Night of reflection And an angel’s shining joy On those who would be enlightened. Like a baby How can god Who has given the world To the care of humans Bring peace on earth? How can god Who has allowed mankind Freedom to choose Good or evil Save the world? How can god Midst war and confusion Create goodness When fighting and terrorism seems So close at hand How can the Christmas baby Humble and helpless Bring light to mankind I feel like that baby lord Born into a world I cannot control A world of poverty and terror. And yet, as i grow to adulthood I understand God can and did save the world By giving the freedom To choose. For everyone that chooses god Every act of kindness and love Every life given for others Is the re-creation Of god-ness in this world Like the Christmas baby I start out small And grow In understanding. Do not fear - Christ is in Christmas Christ is in Christmas There’s proof all around There’s joy and there’s happiness And good will abounds. Christ is in Christmas There’s love shared with all - The poor and the lonely - To answer His call. Christ is in Christmas The tinsel; old Claus Families are celebrating Taking time out, a pause To remember the Christ child To teach children good will To seek faith and hope And hearts with love fill. Previous | Content