Bethlehem Moments
In her poem, “Bethlehem Moments,” Maryella Desak Sirmon reflects on the gift of Advent, a time of preparation, expectation, and hope. Continue reading Bethlehem Moments
In her poem, “Bethlehem Moments,” Maryella Desak Sirmon reflects on the gift of Advent, a time of preparation, expectation, and hope. Continue reading Bethlehem Moments
In her poem, “Advent,” Yvona Fast reflects on despair, hope and renewal as the seasons change. Continue reading Advent
In her poem, “Advent Begins,” Maryella Desak Sirmon reflects on the transition from Ordinary Time to Advent, a season of waiting and anticipation. Continue reading Advent Begins
In his poem, “Once We Were Lions,” Nolo Segundo reflects on how youth is tamed by life and time. Continue reading Once We Were Lions
In his poem, “Staying In This World Starts To Feel Strange,” Nolo Segundo expresses the irony of the old feeling temporal time moving ever faster as Eternity nears. Continue reading Staying In This World Starts To Feel Strange
In her poem, “Hurting Hearts,” Pat Severin focuses on what is all too prevalent, mental illness and suicide. Continue reading Hurting Hearts
In her poem, “Splendor to Surrender,” Pat Severin reminds us of the transition of God’s seasons, as winter is upon us. Continue reading Splendor to Surrender
In his poem, “Heavily Christian,” Jason Kirk Bartley talks about being in Christ. Continue reading Heavily Christian
In her poem, “Lighthouse,” Maria Grace Nobile reflects on faith and God’s love. Continue reading Lighthouse
In his poem, “Advent with the Baptist,” Gifford Savage reflects on why John the Baptist is included amongst the Lectionary readings for the season of Advent. Continue reading Advent with the Baptist
In his poem, “The Word Speaks,” Bryant Burroughs considers the marvel that Jesus the Word who spoke all things into being, authentically utters God’s good words to us. Continue reading The Word Speaks
In his poem, “Song of the Water-Pots,” Bryant Burroughs writes about water-pots formed from ancient stone only to be defiled by grime and grit, until at a wedding in Cana they teemed with indescribable freshness. Continue reading Song of the Water-Pots