Category Archives: New poetry

As the potter fires her pottery in the kiln to make it last, so God walks with us through fire that the beauty God created within us will be eternal.

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screensaver

3:15 a.m. the clocks tick a duet in the silence after i pause the M*A*S*H dvd that plays to distract me from the cool hot jazz the pain quintet is jamming in my bones. in the bedroom down the hall … Continue reading

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Beyond the sheltering sky

“Every form of refuge has its price” —Lyin’ Eyes, Eagles Your copay today is $50. On a scale of 0-10— 0, being no pain; 10, being the worst pain you can imagine— what number is your pain now? You have … Continue reading

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Not your gift, but You the giver!

God never gives, nor did he ever give a gift, merely that [humanity] might have it and be content with it. No, all gifts which he ever gave in heaven or on earth, he gave with one sole purpose—to make one … Continue reading

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Poems by Noah Wyatt

Noah has written a couple poems which I want folks to get a chance to read. He’s a high school student, whose folks Barry and Lisa, and sister Emily belong to our family of choice. I like how these poems … Continue reading

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Consult

  “The Woman having a cataract removed? Doctor, I’ve loved her, forty years I’ve loved— her eyes. Notice how they sparkle, like light on water? How they dance about: beauty and dragonflies? Or, silent, how they welcome you, invite you … Continue reading

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103° in the shade

Bless the LORD, O my soul, and all that is within me,      bless his holy name. Bless the LORD, O my soul,      and do not forget all his benefits.   today, Lord, praising you takes pesticiding weeds complaints grudges aches … Continue reading

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to Sandy on our 38th

  imprisoned in a crippled body (persuaded muscles matter most) envying the berserker his might, had I only one wish of the Almighty, it would be for one day more with you   struggling in a sinner’s soul (more self … Continue reading

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