Poetry – Page 3 – A Bookish Charm

Feet

I’ve begun rereading Exodus for my devotions and am struck again and again by the motifs that are fulfilled in Christ, often in unexpected ways.

Dear Readers, I recently had the honor of being published in The Journal of the T.S. Eliot Society of the United Kingdom. While I cannot

The sweetest submission I now know is this: To bow before his gentle forehead kiss. “Wives, submit to your husbands, as to the Lord…Husbands, love

I know my feet are prone to slip, unsure, So I play it again: Alleluia. And I know my hands may strike without measure, So

I worked on this sonnet throughout Holy Week but, as my organist schedule would have it, did not have a chance to revise and publish

Horrors.There is no other wordFor the things I have seen,And sat helplessly by—Useless. My own son, ripped from my armsBy a force I could not

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