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Short Inspirational Poetry


Poetry doesn't have to be long to touch the heart. Sometimes a truth conveyed in four lines can be as strong and deep as a truth revealed in a book of one thousand pages. For this very reason I wrote this little collection of Short Inspirational Poetry, hoping that all and each one of the poems will bring inspiration and joy to at least one person who reads them. There are 11 short inspirational poems in total, each one consisting of four lines. They were initially published on a separate blog that I especially intended for Short Inspirational Poetry but, since my spring of inspiration has dried quite quickly and I couldn't keep my promise to supply one inspirational poem a day, I decided to move them here. My only wish is that you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them. God bless. Eliza

NOT ALL OF US MOVE MOUNTAINS

Not all of us move mountains
Or touch the stars above
But we all can build fountains
Of hope, peace, joy and love.



THANK YOU, MY LORD

Thank you, my Lord, for all my friends,
For all the people who shake hands,
For all the words that lift and heal,
For all the love a heart can feel.


WE NEVER PRAY AND LOVE TOO MUCH

We never pray and love too much.
Our prayer brings God's healing touch.
Our love makes silent rivers flow
Through empty desserts of the soul.


WHEN YOU ARE SAD

When you are sad and things go wrong,
A simple heartfelt prayer
Can lift you up where you belong,
In God's fatherly care.


A FAITHFUL FRIEND

Two eyes that cry with you,
Two lips that speak the truth,
A hand that holds your hand,
This is a faithful friend.


OH, TELL ME FATHER

O, tell me, Father, who am I?
Why am I here? Where do I go?
Why did you make me wonder why,
If I am not allowed to know?


WHEN YOU ARE COLD

When you are cold, put on your coat
Of woolen hopes and dreams so bright
And wrap up warm in your life boat
As you'll be home by morning light.


THE HOUSE WITH BROKEN WINDOWS

The house with broken windows is hit by heavy rain,
By raging storms and tempests that make it shake in pain.
But then the light comes flooding from the great healing sun
The house with broken windows is you, me, everyone.


ON THE HIGHEST ROCK I STAND

On the highest rock I stand
Reaching to the highest star
My feet are planted in this land
But my soul can fly so far.


THE MORE YOU GIVE

The more you give, the more you own,
As all you give comes back to you
In secret ways, to man unknown,
To fill your heart with treasures new.


BE FREE LIKE THE WIND

Be free like the wind and strong like the fire,
Be deep like the water and firm like the earth.
Let your word be your vow, let it heal and inspire,
Never doubt, never fear, death is just a new birth.

THE STRANGER


Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.
Revelation, 3:20, King James Version

He's standing in front of her door,
He climbed the stairs to the sixth floor 
The staircase is dark and cold
The air is stale; the silence old. 

Burned ends of smoky cigarettes 
Give him a mocking smile. 
"Give up", they say. "There is no way 
You can go there tonight.

She's doesn't need a sermon. 
And God is miles away.
She's got a bad hangover
She doesn't want to pray."

He sighs and pushes on again
His tired feet are sore. 
"She is my child. She needs a friend.
I will knock at her door." 

The shadows casting off the light
Start mocking at him too.  
"Just go away, get out of sight!
She hates the likes of you!"

He sighs and pushes on again,
His eyes conceal a tear. 
"She's still a child. I know her well. 
Her heart is full of fear."

A step or two and he is there
His hand knocks at the door. 
A gentle sound of steps he hears
His heart begins to soar. 

She's standing there on her tiptoes. 
She peeps through the spy hole.
Her eyes are red and in her head
She tries to gain control. 

"It's just another beggar", 
She says and walks away. 
Her eyes are red, she goes to bed
And pain kicks in again. 

He knocks and knocks, with stubborn hope, 
And love tears off his chest. 
"I've come to you to help you cope, 
To give you peace and rest."

His voice is covered by the noise
Of music playing loud.
A song she no longer enjoys
Enfolds her like a shroud. 

"There must be more to life than this, 
There's too much grey, where is the blue
That can turn life into a bliss
And make our dreams come true?"

He longs to hold her trembling hand. 
His fiery eyes are burning. 
"Your heart - that is the Holy Land,
And Love your secret yearning."

Then something moves her very core,
A flicker turns to flame, 
She runs like frantic to the door. 
"Who are you? What's your name?"

He smiles and joy shines in his eyes
"I'm Hope without an end. 
I'm Faith and Love that never dies. 
And you can call me 'Friend'."


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