Poems have always inspired me and I always reflect on and am amazed at the poets purpose and their thought process in completing a poem. I am using AI to write those poems, although I may have made some minor changes to some. Be blessed and encourages. Steve
“Treasure in Jars of Clay”, inspired by 2 Corinthians 4:7:
Treasure in Jars of Clay
by S.H. Wiscombe
We are but vessels, worn and plain,
With cracks that show our human strain.
No gilded edge, no flawless face,
Yet chosen still to hold God’s grace.
A fragile jar, chipped by the years,
Still carries hope through trials and tears.
Not by our strength or perfect form,
But through His power we are reborn.
The light within is not our own,
It shines from Christ, the Cornerstone.
His life, His death, His risen way—
Our treasure deep in jars of clay.
So though the world may press us down,
And sorrow’s shadow seek to drown,
This light remains, it will not fade,
For in our weakness, strength is made.
We carry glory, not for show,
But so the watching world may know—
That God, not we, deserves all praise,
For treasure held in jars of clay.
Here is a Father’s Day poem written from a father to his children, heartfelt and reflective — perfect for a card, letter, or reading aloud:
From a Father to His Children
by S.H. Wiscombe
I may not have all wisdom’s light,
Nor always know what’s wrong or right.
But every step I’ve walked with you,
I’ve done my best to guide you true.
I held your hand when you were small,
And caught you when you feared a fall.
Now as you grow and walk alone,
Know that my heart is still your home.
I’ve made mistakes, both big and small,
But through it all, I gave my all.
My prayers have wrapped you every night,
And chased the shadows with their light.
I see in you what I once dreamed,
A life that’s brighter than it seemed.
And though the years may pull apart,
You’ll always carry my whole heart.
Be kind, be strong, be full of grace,
Walk boldly in your rightful place.
And when you don’t know what to do,
Remember — I believe in you.
Laugh at Yourself (Senior Edition)
When glasses vanish from your head,
And show up on your nose instead,
Don’t panic, search, or call for help—
Just laugh and blame your future self.
When names slip out a secret door,
Or you forget what you came in for,
Don’t frown or fuss or feel dismayed—
You just invented “thinking delay.”
When bones pop music you didn’t plan,
And naps feel better than they began,
Don’t feel ashamed for slowing pace—
Just smile and call it aging with grace.
If birthdays stack like Sunday plates,
And joints forecast the weather’s fate,
Don’t mourn the years that passed you by—
They gave you stories, strength, and pie.
So chuckle when you miss the mark,
Forget the light, or lose your spark.
God’s not through—your laugh still sings,
A treasured sound on angel wings.
Certainly, Stephen. Here is a heartfelt and reflective poem titled:
Dark Night of the Soul
(A Poem of Faith in the Silence)
The stars are dim, the heavens still,
My prayers rise up, then tumble, spill.
No voice replies, no hand I see—
Just silence where You used to be.
The scriptures read like distant sound,
Once fire—now ashes on the ground.
The joy I knew, the light, the flame—
All vanished, yet You are the same.
This is the dark night of my soul,
Where faith feels fractured, not quite whole.
Yet deeper still than doubt and fear,
A whisper says, “I’m always near.”
You test not to destroy, but prove,
That roots grow deep when You remove
The comfort I once understood,
To show me You alone are good.
So I will walk this shadowed land,
Not by sight, but by Your hand.
And though I feel so lost, unwhole—
You’re working in my waiting soul.
📖 Scripture Inspiration:
- Psalm 42:5 – “Why, my soul, are you downcast?… Put your hope in God…”
- Isaiah 45:3 – “I will give you the treasures of darkness…”
- Job 23:8–10 – “I go forward, but He is not there… but He knows the way that I take.”