You Tell Me This Is God?

You tell me this is God?
I tell you this is a printed list,
A burning candle, and an ass.

by Stephen Crane.

Oh how oft I wake and find
I have been forgetting thee!
I am never from thy mind:
Thou it is that wakest me.

by George MacDonald.

God Bless Our Good And Gracious King

God bless our good and gracious kind,
Whose promise none relies on,
Who never said a foolish thing,
Nor ever did a wise one.

by Lord John Wilmot.

God is my final end

God is my final end;
Does he from me evolve,
Then he grows out of me,
While I in Him dissolve.

English version by Paul Carus
Original Language German

by Angelus Silesius.

God Scatters Beauty

God scatters beauty as he scatters flowers
O'er the wide earth, and tells us all are ours.
A hundred lights in every temple burn,
And at each shrine I bend my knee in turn.

by Walter Savage Landor.

God, whose love and joy are present everywhere

God, whose love and joy are present everywhere,
Can't come to visit you unless you aren't there.

English version by Gabriel Rosenstock
Original Language German

by Angelus Silesius.

One Cannot Grasp God

God is the purest naught, untouched by time and space;
The more you reach for Him, the more He will escape.

English version by Maria Shrady
Original Language German

by Angelus Silesius.

In God nought e'er is known

In God nought e'er is known,
Forever one is He.
What we in Him e'er know,
Ourselves must grow and be.

English version by Paul Carus
Original Language German

by Angelus Silesius.

Thou needst not cry to God

Thou needst not cry to God,
The spring wells up in thee.
Don't stop its fountain head:
It flows eternally.

English version by Paul Carus
Original Language German

by Angelus Silesius.

Adoration Of God

In the orchard, the wind blows but for Thee,
The music of nightingale flows but for Thee,
Each object mirrors they Majesty and Magnificence,
Each flower I smell, mellows but for Thee.

by Mir Babar Ali Anees.

God does everything himself

God is only all indeed;
He tunes the strings,
He sings and plays in us:
how have then you it done?

by Angelus Silesius.

Only God—detect The Sorrow


Only God—detect the Sorrow—
Only God—
The Jehovahs—are no Babblers—
Unto God—
God the Son—Confide it—
Still secure—
God the Spirit's Honor—
Just as sure—

by Emily Dickinson.

God is a pure no-thing

God is a pure no-thing,
concealed in now and here:
the less you reach for him,
the more he will appear.

English version by Stephen Mitchell
Original Language German

by Angelus Silesius.

Truth—is As Old As God


Truth—is as old as God—
His Twin identity
And will endure as long as He
A Co-Eternity—

And perish on the Day
Himself is borne away
From Mansion of the Universe
A lifeless Deity.

by Emily Dickinson.

The Word Of God

Where the bud has never blown
Who for scent is debtor?
Where the spirit rests unknown
Fatal is the letter.

In thee, Jesus, Godhead-stored,
All things we inherit,
For thou art the very Word
And the very Spirit!

by George MacDonald.

O My Heart! The Supreme Spirit

O MY heart!
the Supreme Spirit,
the great Master,
is near you: wake, oh wake!
Run to the feet of your Beloved:
for your Lord stands near to your head.
You have slept for unnumbered ages;
this morning will you not wake?

by Kabir.

Nature And God—i Neither Knew


Nature and God—I neither knew
Yet Both so well knew me
They startled, like Executors
Of My identity.

Yet Neither told—that I could learn—
My Secret as secure
As Herschel's private interest
Or Mercury's affair—

by Emily Dickinson.

God Permit Industrious Angels

God permit industrious angels
Afternoons to play.
I met one, -- forgot my school-mates,
All, for him, straightaway.

God calls home the angels promptly
At the setting sun;
I missed mine. How dreary marbles,
After playing the Crown!

by Emily Dickinson.

Bless God, He Went As Soldiers


Bless God, he went as soldiers,
His musket on his breast—
Grant God, he charge the bravest
Of all the martial blest!

Please God, might I behold him
In epauletted white—
I should not fear the foe then—
I should not fear the fight!

by Emily Dickinson.

One Must Go Beyond God

Where is my dewelling place? Where I can never stand.
Where is my final goal, toward which I should ascend?
It is beyond all place. What should my quest then be?
I must, transcending God, into the desert flee.

English version by Maria Shrady
Original Language German

by Angelus Silesius.

The Unknown God

FAR up the dim twilight fluttered
Moth-wings of vapour and flame:
The lights danced over the mountains,
Star after star they came.

The lights grew thicker unheeded,
For silent and still were we;
Our hearts were drunk with a beauty
Our eyes could never see.

by George William Russell.

I think about God.
Yet I talk of small matters.
Now isn't it odd
How my idle tongue chatters!
Of quarrelsome neighbors,
Fine weather and rain,
Indifferent labors,
Indifferent pain,
Some trivial style
Fashion shifts with a nod.
And yet all the while
I am thinking of God.

by Gamaliel Bradford.

God Send The Regicide

Would that the lying rulers of the world
Were brought to block for tyrannies abhorred.
Would that the sword of Cromwell and the Lord,
The sword of Joshua and Gideon,
Hewed hip and thigh the hosts of Midian.
God send that ironside ere tomorrow’s sun;
Let Gabriel and Michael with him ride.
God send the Regicide.

by Vachel Lindsay.

To The Accuser Who Is The God Of This World

Truly My Satan thou art but a Dunce
And dost not know the Garment from the Man
Every Harlot was a Virgin once
Nor canst thou ever change Kate into Nan

Tho thou art Worship'd by the Names Divine
Of Jesus & Jehovah thou art still
The Son of Morn in weary Nights decline
The lost Travellers Dream under the Hill

by William Blake.

If God Invited You To A Party

If God
Invited you to a party
And said,

In the ballroom tonight
Will be my special

How would you then treat them
When you

Indeed, indeed!

And I know
There is no one in this world

Is not upon
His Jeweled Dance

by Shams al-Din Hafiz Shirazi.

The Song-god helps me mightily, and runs
Before life's purpose like a primal power,
Spirit in sense of all that I am still;
Whose flame burns in the heart, consuming there
The growth of that desire whose grossness would
Darken a dedicated soul, until
Within a sensuous lethargy it grew
Void of the God whose utterance is all.

by Robert Crawford.

A god in wrath
Was beating a man;
He cuffed him loudly
With thunderous blows
That rang and rolled over the earth.
All people came running.
The man screamed and struggled,
And bit madly at the feet of the god.
The people cried,
"Ah, what a wicked man!"
And --
"Ah, what a redoubtable god!"

by Stephen Crane.

All Men To Me Are God-Like Gods!

All men to me are god-like Gods!
My eyes no longer see
vice or fault.

Life on this suffering earth
is now endless delight;
the heart at rest, full,

In the mirror, the face and its reflection --
they watch each other;
different, but one.

And, when the stream pours into the ocean...
no more stream!

by Sant Tukaram.

God Is A Distant—stately Lover


God is a distant—stately Lover—
Woos, as He states us—by His Son—
Verily, a Vicarious Courtship—
"Miles", and "Priscilla", were such an One—

But, lest the Soul—like fair "Priscilla"
Choose the Envoy—and spurn the Groom—
Vouches, with hyperbolic archness—
"Miles", and "John Alden" were Synonym—

by Emily Dickinson.

God Whose Gifts In Gracious Flood

God, whose gifts in gracious flood
Unto all who seek are sent,
Only asks you to be good,
And is content.

So the world, when all things are
Sparkling, yet does nought ignite,
Only asks you to be fair,
And finds delight.

And my heart, in the sweet shade
Of two beauteous eyes steeped o'er,
Only asks if you be glad,
And nothing more.

by Victor Marie Hugo.

Gud Fader I Himlen, Hvor Er Du Dog God!

Gud Fader i Himlen, hvor er Du dog god!
Jeg føler dit Aandedrag gjennem mit Blod.
Du løfter, Du leder, beskjermer og glæder,
Dit Smiil er selv i de Taarer, jeg græder.
Hvor Verden er deilig, og Mennesket med!
Ja, Ordet, som skabte, er Kjærlighed!
Jeg lever, jeg jubler, min Fryd er saa stor,
At jeg i Dig paa en Evighed troer;
Og var selv mit Liv kun den flygtende Stund,
Det var dog et Kys af din Fadermund.

by Hans Christian Andersen.

I look about me, and behold
How all is changed: The sound and sane,
The kind, the true, the hale and old,
That once made strong the features plain
Of life, are cast in other mold,
That bears the stamp of greed and gold
A god unclean, who drags a chain
Of jewelled lust, which men call Gain,
Binding their hearts to all that's vain,
That God at last for punishment
Shall curse with woe and discontent.

by Madison Julius Cawein.

O God, Who Could Be There

O God, who could be there
In the absence beyond
This door?
Who has risen before
Me, from dead dust
And the void?

Oh, speak fast!
Don’t stare at me like that,
In silence! I am afraid;
Don’t stare at me with such eager eyes
My somber sister!

Are you my soul?
Are you my shade?
Whoever you are,
Go away, ghost!
I don’t want to see you anymore…
Oh, my very own angels, help me!

by Charles van Lerberghe.

My God And My Lord

Eyes are at rest, the stars are setting.
Hushed are the stirrings of birds in their nests,
Of monsters in the ocean.

You are the Just who knows no change,
The Balance that can never swerve,
The Eternal which never passes away.

The doors of Kings are bolted now and guarded by soldiers.
Your Door is open to all who call upon You.

My Lord,
Each love is now alone with his beloved.
And I am alone with You.

by Rabia Al Basri.

Nu lægger sig hele Naturen til Ro,
til Hvile gaar baade Hest og Ko,
Smaafuglene sætte sig til at sove,
men Ræven lister fra sorte Skove -
Kom hid! kom hid! mine Unger smaa,
heroppe kan os ej Røveren naa.

Og Ungerne gjorde, som Moderen bad -
den Ene under hendes Vinge sad,
den Anden slumred ved Siden tryg,
den Tredie tog Plads paa Moderens Ryg;
men Vinden hvisked i Busk og Krat:
Sov sødeligt Alle! god Nat! god Nat!

by Hans Vilhelm Kaalund.

Come, Gentle God

Come, gentle God of soft desire,
Come and possess my happy breast,
Not fury-like in flames and fire,
Or frantic folly's wildness dressed;

But come in friendship's angel-guise;
Yet dearer thou than friendship art,
More tender spirit in thy eyes,
More sweet emotions at thy heart.

O, come with goodness in thy train,
With peace and pleasure void of storm,
And wouldst thou me for ever gain,
Put on Amanda's winning form.

by James Thomson.

Set me within the safe defences of Thy pity:

In ignorance and folly I have wasted all my days,
My soul is base:

Thy gift of life is squandered,
My latest days go fleeting by,
And fear grips hard upon me:

Far have I travelled,
Yet little fruit have I of all my wandering:

I have forgotten Thee,
Forgive me, save me
Show me Thy love,
And set me close by Thee, sure fenced from fear and doubt.

by Sant Tukaram.

As the sands beneath the seas
And the sands beside,
And the sands of the desert lands
Over the wastes of earth-
If thus were the seed of man,
The quick and the dead-
Yet stands there One alone,
Sole and incomparable,
The Christ.
And were He only man,
Human and not Devine,
Still were He God, indeed;
And were He surely God,
Omnipotent, supreme,
Still were He no less Man.

by Ina D. Coolbrith.

To The God Of Fond Desire

One day the God of fond desire,
On mischief bent, to Damon said,
'Why not disclose your tender fire,
Now own it to the lovely maid?'

The shepherd marked his treacherous art,
And, softly sighing, thus replied:
''Tis true you have subdued my heart,
But shall not triumph o'er my pride.

'The slave, in private only bears
Your bondage, who his love conceals
But when his passion he declares,
You drag him at your chariot-wheels.'

by James Thomson.

God Made A Little Gentian


God made a little Gentian—
It tried—to be a Rose—
And failed—and all the Summer laughed—
But just before the Snows

There rose a Purple Creature—
That ravished all the Hill—
And Summer hid her Forehead—
And Mockery—was still—

The Frosts were her condition—
The Tyrian would not come
Until the North—invoke it—
Creator—Shall I—bloom?

by Emily Dickinson.