The Gift of Great Literature

The Gift of Great Literature

Many of us, when charting the timeline of our lives, can point to a moment when a story or poem happened. It happened the way an accident or a record-breaking snowfall happened: it was perhaps expected, perhaps not. One moment we were performing the usual...
By the Grace of God

By the Grace of God

                     I set the bottle down on the kitchen counter in an aggravated attempt to swat                     at the words accumulating in my mind                     like how the pan with leftover marinara,                                         from the...
We Are All Decaying

We Are All Decaying

Cancer grows in odd places and moves in unseen ways. A big mass in his chest. A tiny spot in his spine. The bad, old cells clumping together to attack and destroy. In the beginning, death seems like the biggest and only potential thief. You do not yet realize that...
The Way of His World

The Way of His World

In the beginning, God created. Artist’s soul attuned to string everything from nothing formed an idea in his head that gave him delight. A black and barren expanse mutely marked a starting point from which the Spirit hovered, wrinkling the waters, suspended in...
The Beauty of Creation Captured in Poetry

The Beauty of Creation Captured in Poetry

Empty & Full by Sarah Elizabeth Finch My daughter caught a fish. “A baby one,” she shouted and with glee swiped across her face she sparkled like the silver scales in the sun. But it was still too small. We gingerly placed its eager body trembling in the water and...
Just a Little More Beauty, Lord

Just a Little More Beauty, Lord

Just a little more beauty, Lord. That’s what I’m asking from you. I’m not begging for a model’s thighs or to wear a slim size two. Smooth out these rolls, this dimply skin, lift up some sag, if you will. Wipe out each stretch mark too please, Lord. I know you have the...

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