Autumn

On aged and crispy pages of September, She loves to write her name with sweet finesse, In long and swirling script around the trees; Unseen, but not unfelt, just as the breeze That forms the flutt’ring train of Autumn’s dress– An auburn trail, enchanting to remember.

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Sonnet VII

The door is locked, the perfect view to hide, But no one thinks to try the knob. The warm Design of letters carved in wood, the wide, Artistic swirls become a person’s form. To peer into a soul unveiled would turn Our hearts away. To watch desire play Upon a vow with muddy feet would […]

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Sonnet VI

  The gift of love may dress in many ways: Ofttimes in soft and cozy cotton, bought By fate–a family’s love that wraps and stays, As warm to any who had been their lot; Ofttimes in denim chosen by a friend To walk and talk where weeping willows sigh Or laugh together till the daylight’s […]

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My Light

The air sparkles with tiny drops of day. Flashing colors play everywhere in glass.  I follow the light that calls me far away,  Closing the door as I eagerly pass.  Flashing colors play everywhere in glass Like a child. I don’t notice Him there,  Closing the door as I eagerly pass. I chase rainbows for […]

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Sonnet V

How patiently He waited for the hour To give the perfect token of His love, The pardon for our guilt, enliv’ning pow’r, By perfect wisdom wrought from heights above. In time the Son was born as man to dwell— The sinless One—beneath our own sin’s curse. He knew our pain and sorrow, felt it well, […]

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The Five Solas

Sola Scriptura “So faith comes from hearing, and hearing by the word of Christ.” Romans 10:17 Our minds misguided by our sin, We could not know the truth, And fettered by the thoughts of man We stumbled from our youth. The hope of setting bound hearts free With eyesight cursed and blurred, Was never in […]

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Beneath the Glass

This poem is for my mom—an intelligent, fun, beautiful woman who could have done anything she wanted. But she chose to be Mom to my five siblings and me, not just in her free time, but 24/7. The gift of growing up with her is one that I will treasure forever. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! […]

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