Poetry

Where do I begin to draw a line To sketch the image of the Divine? Oh what will be my inspiration The spark to my imagination– To add substance to the formation, To add color to my creation? For a blue sash is not sufficient; No, You are too magnificent. ...

I was just a child when she died. Fourteen going on forty. So young, and yet I became so old. My smile was buried in her grave, My laughter turned to stone-cold silence. My happiness, well, I forgot what that was. I didn’t need anything or anybody — Didn’t need? ...

Lord, how come I am walking on the broken trail again? I heard your small, still voice in the wind, “Child that path leads to the broken trail again.” I left your voice behind, And I walked straight ahead into the broken trail anyway. The old familiar pang of hurt and ...

Life may not always go as planned, but through it all I can see God’s hand. His ways are always better than mine, but that doesn’t mean things always turn out fine. Things may still be difficult to take, but whatever the cost, my life God will make. He’ll work ...

In the Gospel of John, our Savior did share, He offered us seven gifts that only He could bear. He did this because of our great need, We should accept these gifts and allow Him to lead. The first gift offered to us was His flesh through which the world ...