by revd | Apr 12, 2022 | Mission
Shame is my name Lame are my feet Shunned is my face My fame is disgrace. Frances M. Young, Brokenness and Blessing.
by revd | Apr 12, 2022 | Mission, Personal
This poet parasite of grief Lives on the falling, leaf by leaf, Of life’s illusion, glad to see The nakedness of misery. He probes his pen deep down within, To make a sonnet of a sin. A Realist, revealing less Life’s beauty than its bitterness. Yet purer eyes than his...
by revd | Apr 12, 2022 | Bible, Glory
by revd | Apr 12, 2022 | Mission, Personal
Poet, you are the life of this life, and you have Triumphed over the ages despite their severity. Poet, you will one day rule the hearts, and Therefore, your kingdom has no ending. Poet, examine your crown of thorns; you will Find concealed in it a budding...
by revd | Feb 2, 2026 | Mission, Personal
The figure a poem makes; No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise for the writer, no surprise for the reader. Robert Frost (1874-1963), 1939.
