Elaine Gingrich: Night in the Waiting Room
“And the evening and the morning were the first day.”
How will I know when you are free?
Already I have seen your smiling face
Sparkling in the sunlight through the trees, Continue reading . . . “Elaine Gingrich: Night in the Waiting Room”
Obi Martin: All That’s Not Enough
give us grace
when all that’s not enough
is more than we can find Continue reading . . . “Obi Martin: All That’s Not Enough”
Sheila J. Petre: Traveling Home from Lebanon
Though he lay me down
To better rest, by tipping back my seat
There to right of him,
Mine is a guilty sleep. Continue reading . . . “Sheila J. Petre: Traveling Home from Lebanon”
Elaine Gingrich: After Many Anniversaries
“Love is not blind—it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.” —Rabbi Julius Gordon
She eyed him, dumb, as if she had not heard
How he had fought for honour modestly Continue reading . . . “Elaine Gingrich: After Many Anniversaries”
In 100 Cambridge, time moves around me
when I talk to the voice of my mother.
The sun is flat through the slate on the city.
The smoke rises from chimneys so golden Continue reading . . . “Kenneth Godoy: Broken”
After the party
The die-hards among us
Accidentally rendezvoused at the gas station mini market
We stood there between our cars Continue reading . . . “Paul Charles: Inertia”
Life giving Word, preceding all,
proceeding from the throne,
in outward pulsing race
of undiminished flow, Continue reading . . . “Daniel Hess: Isaiah 55”
Marilla Hess: To the One Who Dances
You spin the moonlight shafting
on my soul,
That descends from limpid regions
of swaying galaxies, Continue reading . . . “Marilla Hess: To the One Who Dances”
Paul Charles: How Not to Win Friends and Influence People
Don’t waste your bullets, kids
You’ve got to take shots you know you can hit
Or at least
Shots you’re reasonably sure you can hit, but really Continue reading . . . “Paul Charles: How Not to Win Friends and Influence People”
I see the disparity here
and would despair of all comparison
of the Word and of men. Continue reading . . . “Obi Martin: Fixed Song”
