Resting Heartbeat

Resting Heartbeat

Mountains are where I’ll lay my head, And in the ocean’s trench I’ll rest my feet Till the stars above show me the path I’ve led.   The most I do is wonder at what’s said Among the ruins of some distant, lonely fleet. Mountains are where I’ll lay my head.   It’s no...
This Is Magic

This Is Magic

By Emma Huckabee   I was born with the sun on my skin and the wind in my hair. Everywhere I looked, I felt the beauty of creation And the hurt we bring to it.   Autumn’s tradition perplexed me as I strove to find Why the trees cast off their abundant green gowns into...
Pruning

Pruning

By Sarah Wiens   Father! Father! What are you doing Sawing the branches of our apple tree? Won’t the tree hurt with all those cuts? Won’t it look ugly?   No, my child, I’m pruning it, A job that must be done If we want a healthy tree. Come, watch; I’ve just begun.  ...
Evangelism

Evangelism

By Cainon Leeds   I’ve come all the way here to talk to you. I have come from birth and teething rings and standing up and falling down and stealing toys and riding bikes and building forts and telling lies and driving cars and texting friends and rebirth all the way...
Silent Aches

Silent Aches

I have always been able to describe the ache— the ache in my shoulders from sitting too long, the ache in my eyes from crying too much, the ache in my heart from missing you, the ache in my hands from holding the cry of my knotted heart. An ache to create, to reflect...
Every Star in Between

Every Star in Between

By Sarah Spradlin   My soul weeps, and its tears glisten in the fading sunlight; emotions run out into the open, empty air of aloneness. On my skin, they trim their graves with salt and leave the ground beneath them thirsty and cracked so that the light might reach my...
Edmund’s Sunset

Edmund’s Sunset

By Libby Powell   Inspired by the sunset seen through the thick smoke on Edmond’s Beach, Washington. Because Edmund is one of my favorite names, I changed the spelling.   Unbroken mists upon the water Veil the island’s silhouette; Just a shadowland, it...
The Altar in My Heart

The Altar in My Heart

By Kate Flournoy   I don’t have a temple; I barely have a prayer. In the hollows of this empty church, I know that You are there. I find You in the silence, in the way the shadows fall, I find You in my heartbeat as it echoes from wall to wall.   Lord of all the...

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