The Poetry Corner

The Poem of Us

'Twas the start of 2019, and all through our houseNot an animal was stirring, not even a mouse;Our house was all quiet and cleaned daily with care,No need for a Swiffer to deal with dog hair; Every morning Colleen could stay snuggled in bed,No one waking her early with a need to be fed;With work… Continue reading The Poem of Us

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BE for Christmas

What will you BE for Christmas? A question you may not have heard. While Halloween was all about BEING To be asked this now seems absurd.   Christmas questions are more about doing, Or going, or wanting, and such. But I sense there is something much deeper About BEING that's not thought about much.  … Continue reading BE for Christmas

In The Living Room with Jesus, The Poetry Corner

The Voice to Choose

There are voices that are speaking Loudly pointing out each flaw They long to strike their target With the longest, sharpest claw Each word carries explosives To destroy what has been built They make us feel mistaken So our hope begins to wilt Words used that pull opinions By pointing out each wrong The condemnation… Continue reading The Voice to Choose

In The Living Room with Jesus, The Poetry Corner

A Hand to Hold

This poem is dedicated to two men in my life who have held my hand well. My father's were the first hands that held mine and he used them to teach me what God's love truly feels like. From years of milking cows and building our farm his hands were strong and muscular like none… Continue reading A Hand to Hold

In The Living Room with Jesus, The Poetry Corner

It’s About Time!

What flies by so fast it cannot be caught More precious than gold yet cannot be bought To be on it great, to be out of it sad When we need it there’s never enough to be had We measure it, mark it, and to it we bide I wish it’s affect on my face… Continue reading It’s About Time!

The Poetry Corner

A Visit from Jesus

Twas the week before Christmas, when all through my house, I longed for a stirring, if even a mouse No reason to hang any stockings this year, No hope that my children would soon be here. Those children were snuggled now in beds of their own, The time I had with them seems to have… Continue reading A Visit from Jesus