Poetry

Little Bird

Dedicated to the family of Alexandra Carruth, our little bird. We waited for her cheerful song— Each day she came in smiling. Her curly...

I wandered, aimless, through the plain, Listless and not caring. Purpose in life had vanished fast, And with him my joy he carried. Life...

Willingness, cheerfulness, Desire to go forth, Readiness, nothing less, We know how much You’re worth. Some may call us martyrs, Some may...

My dry, cracked lips Declare Your praises My broken heart Proclaims Your Song Though fear and shadows Mock and scorn me Though valleys...

We are poems. A poem is an artistic expression, Crafted by a mind whose only intention Is to see itself and its deepest conceptions Be...

Where am I? What am I? Who am I? Who are You? I need to know-- I need Your love... My heart, it knows, But my head needs proof. I know...

I see him in the corner there, His eyes on his paper, his hand on his pen. New history flows in that ink, Making paths in the sea where...

Life is but a vapor, A whisper in the wind; Life is just a story, Beginning, middle, end. Life is but a journey (The miles fly by so...

The real me is not who you think I am. The real me is not who I think I am. The real me is who He thinks I am. The real me is not what...

Dedicated to God and to my future husband Anna waited at the garden gate As the sun rose slowly in the east. There she waited on her...