The Healing Power of Old Hymns
There were many times, particularly when I was a teenager and young adult, that I took great solace in hymns. Some seem to think that’s a bit odd. I suppose … Continue reading The Healing Power of Old Hymns
Category: Poetry
Epic 1: Nothing Scares Me Anymore
Nothing scares me anymore; There is no shame, There is no guilt. You walked with me through the Valley of the Shadow of Death; Of what should I be afraid? Who … Continue reading Epic 1: Nothing Scares Me Anymore
Poem: I’ll Not Have Lived In Vain
If I can keep one hope from fading One faith from failing One heart from breaking If I can keep one tear from falling I’ll not have lived in vain. … Continue reading Poem: I’ll Not Have Lived In Vain
If King David Had Been A Stay At Home Mom, Psalm 1
The following is the first in a series of faux-Psalms, inspired by the elegant writing style of the Psalmists as well as the plight of the average stay at home mom. … Continue reading If King David Had Been A Stay At Home Mom, Psalm 1
What A 3,000 Year Old Poem Has To Say About Trump, Clinton, & Modern Politics
As I read through the Pslams with the girls, I am often struck by how relevant they are to our modern political and cultural plight. This of course should not … Continue reading What A 3,000 Year Old Poem Has To Say About Trump, Clinton, & Modern Politics
A Conversation Between A Newborn & Her Mommy
“Mommy, please hold me,” the newborn said. “I have never been alone, and I don’t like it.” “Oh darling,” Mommy said, “You’re never alone. Sometimes I have to set you … Continue reading A Conversation Between A Newborn & Her Mommy
The Sunshine of Dawn: Reading the Bible Out Loud to a 3 Year Old Child
Whenever I read the Bible to my almost-three year old daughter, I reword things slightly so she can understand and connect with the passage. Today we read Proverbs 4. She interrupted … Continue reading The Sunshine of Dawn: Reading the Bible Out Loud to a 3 Year Old Child
We are diamonds.
I remember the moment, 9 years ago, that my dad-in-law looked at my wedding ring diamond under a microscope. He said, “I’d know your diamond anywhere. It has a really … Continue reading We are diamonds.
Oh, that I had the wings of a dove …
I said, “Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest. I would flee far away and stay in the desert; I … Continue reading Oh, that I had the wings of a dove …
Ferguson Riots: To Build Or To Destroy? (Poem)
I was going through photo albums tonight and found this anonymous poem tucked away on a piece of yellowed paper: I saw them tearing a building down, A gang of … Continue reading Ferguson Riots: To Build Or To Destroy? (Poem)
Week 2 National Poetry Month: A Child, Good Friday, Easter Eggs, & Journey To The Center Of The Earth
OK, so technically, we’re in the third week of April. Bear with me here, because I’m running a tad behind (between pregnancy brain and mothering a toddler, this Momma-Bear is tired!), … Continue reading Week 2 National Poetry Month: A Child, Good Friday, Easter Eggs, & Journey To The Center Of The Earth
Week 1 National Poetry Month: A Portrait of Midnight, The Window Fellow, Rainy Days & Writing
Well, I am a week late posting these, but better late than never, right?! Actually, now that I’ve entered the third trimester of pregnancy we had a few preterm labor scares … Continue reading Week 1 National Poetry Month: A Portrait of Midnight, The Window Fellow, Rainy Days & Writing
