“Every sin is vertical …” Paul David Tripp To sin, I can RE-LATE Born rebel that I am. … Read more In the Land of Re- Poem #1
Category: Poetry
A little line
-or two-
in time.
When Cicadas Sing
When cicadas sing, I sing along One word: Summer, Summer. Summerrrrrr. At the edge of the garden is where I… Read more When Cicadas Sing
Woman Parts
Woman Parts I purged the poetry yesterday With groans and sighs and God-led release I tore the pages Half and… Read more Woman Parts
Beauty
Beauty I was taught beauty By the shape of the horse: The flow of the mane; The rise of the… Read more Beauty
This is How I Move
Now Mary arose in those days and went into the hill country with haste, to a city of Judah, and… Read more This is How I Move