By Ana Lisa de Jong — WITHOUT A LIGHT Poetry brings me home. When I have wandered directionless, without a light, when longings keep me circling, lost child in the …
By Ana Lisa de Jong — Watch how the sun rises. First the tip of the clouds turn pink, and then gold on a horizon. Something happens to our hearts, the …
By Lisa Scandrette — My feet tread happily over the rocky path, my lungs expanding with fresh mountain air. Each step reveals a new rugged wonder to my eyes as …
By Jenneth Graser— I bless you with the major rivers of the earth to run through your veins, the Ganges, Yangtze, Mississippi. I bless you with a flow of great …
By Jean Andrianoff — How do you respond in worship to the beauty of God? The Psalmist David often responded with poetry. Though it may be hard for us to recognize, …
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