Christian Poetry


Every year bout this time A moment of honor comes about To which I must write this rhyme To the one man on earth I am most devout I call him dad But he’s so much more It was almost… Read More ›


Water in pot, on stove of flame. Slow heat torch beneath acclaim Expansion of blood vessels, frying of nerves Scorching of mind, simmering words Stubbing of toe in dark of night Finger poke in chest asking plight Too much coffee… Read More ›