Somber, silent, sacredly, She ventured to the tomb; Fearful, fragile, fretfully, Her mind replayed the doom. Beaten, stricken, spat upon, How could this be her LORD? Hands that once had made her whole, Now bound by one small cord?
This poem is the result of a challenge, which led to an inspiration. A dear friend asked if I would pen a poem using this word as it was a favorite of hers. I told her I would try, but in all honesty, I didn’t foresee the emergence of a poem from such a word. […]
This poem grew out of my “Word of the Year” for 2016. To state the obvious, my word for that year was ‘Whatever’. As I revisited it, I realized it can be God’s “Word of the Year” too. In fact, I really cannot say whatever to God apart from Him first having said whatever to […]
Grace’s Cocoon There once was a very hungry caterpillar, Who nibbled and chewed as it crept; Eating leaf after leaf, It could find no relief, But ate everything right and then left. There once was a very chubby caterpillar, So big it had grown over time; That it soon settled down, Spun itself a […]
As we prepare to celebrate Jesus’ resurrection, it’s impossible to do so without first going to the cross. I find the cross is an anomaly which epitomizes the “Law of Opposites” and, as such, will have a chapter unto itself. But, until then, perhaps this poem will give you a little insight about the opposing […]