Poetry: Cold Things are Beautiful
Cold Things are Beautiful Cold things are beautiful: Frost on the glass, A cool gentle breeze Yearning to pass. A still winter morning, A fresh mountain stream, Icicles adorning A shed’s rotten beam. Hot things are beautiful: The sun and the sand, A young raging...
Poetry: Strength Comes Like a Wave
Strength comes like a wave – Quietly overwhelming Touches you swiftly, Running over you softly Finding something to cling to Sometimes a tsunami – tumbling, shredding with muscles Unbinded Running too fast to overcome Left in the sand, its aloneness Leaves tenuous...
Carve Your Name Into the Cross
an excerpt from… Carve Your Name Into the Cross by Elizabeth Cole Carve your name into the cross— your grief is what He’s bearing, it’s for you He sheds His blood, it’s for you He’s caring. The Son of Man is risen from the dead. Carve...