Religious Poems for Free
by Nicholas Gordon

Poems about religion, religious poetry, free for any personal or non-commercial purpose. All poems: copyright by Nicholas Gordon. For religious stories, click here.

Music: Well-Tempered Clavier, Book 2, Fugue 1. By J.S. Bach. Sequenced by Yo Tomita.

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Agnostic Angels Are Quite Ample Cause to Cry Given the Nature of Reality I Think of You as Watching from In Memory of Those Who Died Light Eludes the Latitudes of Longing No One Is the Author of This Poem Nothing Is, but What Is Evident Secular Celebrations Seem So Spare So Do We Mark the Turning of the Light So May You Be Happy at This Time Some Would Sacrifice Their Dearest Sorrows Swinging Low in Chariots There Is No Being at the Heart of Being To Thank You Is a Gift One Gives Oneself What Is There in the Darkness When God's as Real as Santa Claus Where Do We Go Zechariah Buddhist Lest You Leave Your Options in the Sunshine Christian Beverly and Thomas Are Our Shepherds Death Is Nothing but a Moment's Rest I Wish that I Could Bring You to the Lord I'll See You When the Sun Goes Down Margarita Pastors Are Supposed to Be the Shepherds Sinners All, We Ask for Your Forgiveness Sister Margaret So Let Them Be, Who Have Had Sex with Children Christmas After All, the Earth Must Wait for Spring Can the Wind Across the Snow Christmas Is a Holiday for Friends Christmas Is a Time for Love and Fun Christmas Is for Cowards and for Thieves Cold Comfort in the Chastity of Sorrow Could There Be Angels Waiting in the Wings Glad Tidings Are a Coat of Many Colors Here There Are No Hearts Not Touched by Joy How Lovely 'Tis to Take This Time I'm Your Christmas Tree, All Brightly Lit If All Were Now as It Was When May You Feel Such Love as Lights the Morning May You Find This Christmas Inner Peace Maybe Underneath the Bed Is Sadness Maybe We Need Another Miracle Meaning Has No Meaning Without Love Meaning Is a Measure of Repose Merry Christmas to My Love Merry Christmas to the One I Love Midnight Miracles Make Quiet Mornings Miracles Have a Way of Making News Mysteries Are Often Most Mundane Myths Are Hopes Refracted Through Our Pain Easter An Easter Blessing Believe, Believe in the Power of Love Each Finds Happiness in Each Each of Us Must Know You Personally Easter Is a Time of Love Easy in the Catacombs Even in the Best of Times Even Though Christ Gave His Life Even Though Passions Are Common as Rain Even Though the Earth Is Sunk in Sadness Every Love Redeems a Bit of Grace Grant Us All the Peace of Understanding Habit Is the Hand that Shapes the Heart Heaven Has No Exit to Despair Heaven Is No Happenstance Here Among the Savages Here Are Festive Flowers for Your Room Holiness Is Everywhere Around You How Have Chicks and Rabbits Taken Over The Tomb of Christ Is But the Bed Jewish Caleb Every Friday Night I Bless My Children My Home Is Here, America On Psalms 113-118 Time After Time They Come to Destroy Us Hanukkah And Thou Shalt Love Because One Hundred and Thirteen Generations Beginning Thursday, There Will Be No More Reasons Being Is Itself the Fuel-less Flame Bereft of Light, One Stumbles in the Darkness Blessed Are Those Who Doubt the Word of God By the Eighth Day There Was No Longer Need Careful When You Light the Chanukah Candles Eight Days the Light Continued on Its Own Happiness Depends on Lighting Lights Hope Is Not the Creature of Sensation How Can We Believe in Miracles How Can We Believe that the Creator How Explain the Miracle of Light How Long Can We Remember an Event How Might One Be a Harbinger of Light How Odd to See the Lamps Still Burning High Holidays Holiness and Faith Are the Rewards How Might I, in Faith, Do as You Ask Repentence Is Quite Different from Regret Return Each Year to Test the Ancient Waters Rosh Hashanah Opens to the Page Rosh Hashanah Opens Up the Book Ye of Little Faith, You're Welcome Here Yom Kippur Remains a Day of Morning You Cannot Get Away from Being Plural You Cannot Think the Book of Life Will Close You Wonder Whether Fate Is Accidental You'd Like a Shot at Serious Redemption Passover How Best Can We Remember We Were Slaves How Could the Lord for Our Sake Part the Sea Palpably, You Are in This Room Pass Over Me, Dear Lord, Please Pass Me By Passion Is the Wine, and Love, the Glass Passover Celebrates That Glorious Day Passover Seders Are like the Night Sky Why Do I Remain in Exile Muslim Eid Al-Adha Even Sacrifice May Not Be Pure Ramadan Each Moment Is like Sunlight on the Heart Rapture Comes Most Easily Within Read the Holy Book as Though Asleep Reason Gives to Faith an Obligation Reason Is No Cause for Revelation Remember, Too, the Holy Month of Fasting Righteousness Remains the Rock of Faith Rights Are Not Equivalent to Freedom Non-Denominational Accidents Are Rarely Accidental Audrey Bobbie Jo Can't Be with Us Children Who Die Are Not Really Gone Death Is like a Car Faith Grace Comes Unexpectedly Gratitude, like Love, Is Part of Being Hallelujah! I'm Pregnant! Praise the Lord! Happy Holidays Holidays Are Rarely Holy Days How Might One Untie the Knot I Cannot Think You're Not Alive Somewhere I Look Across I'm Married to This Muslim Arab Jordyn Little Do the Others Know Little Do You Know How Much You Love Me Lynnette Our Grandson Tyler Was Just Over Seven People Who Are Certain Are a Curtain Recently I Dreamed I Talked to You Seventy-Three Suppose There Were No Special Times for Greetings Thank You for All That You Have Given Thank You for the Gift of Life Thank You for the Harvest and the Healing The Gift of Being Cannot Be a Given The Lord Has Been Merciful to Me The Lord Is the Lord of All Nations The Wave Without Becomes a Wave Within Thirty-Eight4 Please direct all email correspondence to the webmaster at poemsforfree.com. Please direct all correspondence by mail to Nicholas Gordon, P.O. Box 3043, Fort Lee, NJ 07024.

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