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The Friendship I Like Best
There’s a story that stands out from the rest.And it’s one I like to hear best,For never was there a friendship like Naomi and Ruth,Founded on acts of selflessness and truth. Doubt led the family to sojourn far From the land of their own community.The promises of Yahweh felt below par, And faithless disobedience sowed disunity.They abandoned…
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Abuelita Mia
As her worn but steady hand turned the knob, She could hear Riley’s sniffling sobs. The pillow had become her cover.She refused to talk, even to her mother.But this wise mama knew Abuelita Ruby had the special touchTo cheer Riley up when she didn’t want to say much. “Thanks for coming Mama. I’m afraid Riley’s had an…
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A Faithful Friend- In Memory of Doug Comstock
I am greatly indebted to A man I hardly knew Doug lived each moment with purpose and care And dearly loved his wife–they were the sweetest pair. My father yearned for some kind of direction And took comfort in Doug’s brotherly affection. He wondered if this Gospel message could be true If so, that would…
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Part IV: The Death
Part four of a four-part poem that reflects on the life of Christ leading up to Good Friday
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Receiving the King?
What must it have been likeThat holy and silent night;Was all truly calm and brightWhen they heard the angels singFor the long-awaited King? Though His people had been waitingWere their hearts still debating? How did they receiveHim that first Christmas Eve? Herod ruthlessly defended his authority, Heralding his royal superiority. But with the whispers of a new lordFear married…
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The Promise of What Is
What. A small word that starts a simple question.But add if, and we create a whole world of tension. We build these collections of unknowns that found the most unwanted, unwelcomed conditions. We ask ourselves questions like… What if the answer never comes, or what if it’s the dreaded outcome?What if I stay invisible in the…
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Not Too Deep
Are you ever afraid to admit your emotions? I am. Now growing up, I wasn’t known for being particularly tough. As the youngest, I seemed to inherit the most emotional countenance (at least outwardly) of all four kids. If I fell down the stairs, disobeyed my parents, or even thought someone was mad at me,…