Roses (Joyce Kilmer Poem)
(For Katherine Bregy) I went to gather roses and twine them in a ring, For I would make a posy, ...
(For Katherine Bregy) I went to gather roses and twine them in a ring, For I would make a posy, ...
Go, pretty child, and bear this flower Unto thy little Saviour; And tell him, by that bud now blown, He ...
Hard for them to fathom the transformation in him after the landing of the dove rising from the water The ...
In community in their hearing Reading the Word aloud in the synagogue telling his neighbors who truly He was Ready ...
Claiming His name God's purpose for his life reading the ancient prophets the fulfillment of the Word And he sat ...
Christ read the words the ancient words of Isaiah the carpenter no more after the river after his time of ...
Christ alive speaking with power from the waters rising after the time in the desert claiming who he was in ...
After the desert His time of testing through the fire of temptation beginning to speak Rising there before the congregation ...
The ancient words the words of the prophet claimed by the living Christ Read aloud in their presence the truth ...
The sand of our sin held within our clay giving way to Your Word when it is poured in washing ...
In our journey of faith away from the world changed from our old selves transformed by Your Word Washed by ...
Years of rebellion the corrosive sand of my sin filling me completely not letting You in Slowly but surely adding ...
Our living journey washed by living waters Your Word alive, washing over us The sand of our sin as a ...
From our clay from our bodies the baskets of our spirits washed with living water Slowly, with a purpose immersed ...
The water of Your Word washing the basket of our clay the sand of our sin inexorably giving way The ...
By his miracle, in the name of Christ all believed, all turned to the Lord a whole city, the entire ...
(co-written by Sharon Robinson) Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows that ...
(co-written by Sharon Robinson) Baby, I've been waiting, I've been waiting night and day. I didn't see the time, I ...
There is a Rose at Auschwitz, in the briar, a rose like Sharon's, lovely as her name. The world forgot ...
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
The first genocide of the 21st century Began in Sudan. Slavery is cursed: Black-African Muslims strike first. Arab Muslims strike ...
How many tears can the ocean hold? What the history books Don't tell you is that The Indian Ocean was ...
Dust is Blowing Blood is Flowing Dead are Worming U.N. are Groaning French are Moaning Bush Gets Going Protestors are ...
It is impossible to breathe in air, Without breathing in toxic pollutants. It is impossible to ingest nutritious food, Without ...
Be Born. Become Educated. Love Your Work. Make a Meaningful Contribution to Yourself, Your Family, and Humanity. Have Sex with ...
Days live and die. Suns rise and set. Flowers bloom and wither. Fruits ripen and spoil. Ice cream freezes and ...
A Streaming Golden Light Enters In and Under the Windowsill A Restless Sleeper Is Awakened to New Beginnings To Catch ...
Ink needs a pen Pen needs paper Paper needs a poem Poem needs a poet Poet needs a muse Muse ...
1. In the Beginning of God's Creating the Heavens and the Earth - 2. When the Womb was Astonishingly Empty, ...
All Men Learn to Hate: Many Men Can't Wait to Get Their Hands on One Another to Kill Each Other. ...
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