“We don’t use the fireplace anymore.” I was the only one who used it anyway. I used it; I loved it. I loved the fire’s dancing, Contained in a cage. It
He was the oldest brother, An example to the siblings that were younger, Counseling them with golden advice, In the absence of his drunken father, helping his dying, single mother He grew to
Crouched on a hillside Lies a lone soldier. Eighteen, he claimed to be, A lad of just fifteen. Hated soldiers advance upward; Lone soldier squints and takes aim. Many a day he trained
Without asking for thanks, he works In his quiet, humble way. Without a murmur, he endures The burdens of the day. Without a thought for his own wants, He gives to those in
Now I know, Lord, what You were doing, When You placed that love for the words of the world, and the world, Deep within me, woven so tightly into the latticework of my
Flanders, 1600 A hedgehog square of pike and gun; The Spanish banner hoisted high. The soldiers squint against the sun And spot death’s cloud approaching nigh. A wall of horsemen armed with
From my first breath, You have been there. And indescribable depths Of love are shown To all of us each day. Your faithfulness is true; Your Christ-like love, sincere As you lead our
A maniacal canine howl vibrates across the sky. On the porch I sit acquainted with loneliness. Even the trick-or-treaters slumber now; The evening’s bright orb keeps watch. As I shift my feet,
A structure stands engulfed in shadow, Its inhabitants yet to be seen. Gusts of frigid wind buffet and blow Through a castle without a queen. Black skeletons moan As they beat at the
My peers shine with genuine joy, and a question of fear comes to mind: Will I ever be that happy? Relationships flood my view of life and my mind interrogates my soul: Will
My foremothers Burned. But before, they brewed A bubbletoilingtrouble In me. A cauldron of calcitrated boils Venom Vitriol And the heart of men's abuse— Blackest bauble— In me. My foremothers burned And burn
I was a common person, A droplet in a cloud; God called me for a sunbeam, But I did not stand out. I could have helped that person; I could have said that
Floats through dormitories A pale and translucent sprite, Or else a specter with Blood-red head, body white, Unclosing eyes follow, the soul ‘Round a corner vanish. Pick the tank up; Red Cap Oranda
Peering around the corner, I feel my heart is pounding. Sinking to the floor, My lungs are heaving. Do I dare look and see that face? No! I freeze in terror. Every moment
When I have doubt that God is near to me, And plunged to blindness, flail about for peace, And find my grasp is weak, and the increase Of sleepless evenings weighs down heavily,
A plague built this house out of thirty silver pine pieces cut from the woods with solemn hands It hovers above the Georgia sands on white brick pillars, this pine box built for
How often I write things last minute Until there’s little effort in it, Because I’m so much better Right as I see the turn-in time. I write a less-than-robust rhyme, So
Prepared to set the world ablaze, You were a glowing ember, So full of vibrant life until The eleventh of September. I heard the phone at nine a.m. And prayed it wasn’
O God of earth and sea and sky, You stay the same all of the time; O Lord upon a timeless throne, You reign supreme; You reign alone: Help me in these shifting