More Than Poetic Musings

On Mother's Day of 2016 my pastor preached a sermon on gentleness as one of the fruits of the Spirit. He quipped that there were not any...

When you are walking through grief, there are days that feel so oppressively dark. Grief is like an immense weighted blanket that you...

I wrote this 4 months after my husband died. It's a villanelle, a nineteen line poem with two rhyme scheme. The last lines of each stanza...

Psalm 40:8, "I desire to do your will, O my God; your law is within my heart." Not my will; not all I gain or lose Not my whims; not the...