//I’m really in love with the Petrarchan (Italian) sonnet form right now. Although somehow this is the first one I’ve managed to post on here? Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!// Describe the indescribable, they say The awful task of poets – look beyond The silence and the speaking to …
I hate cliques. I hate them so much. I hate them even more because I’ve been a part of them. It’s galling to realize you’re in one of the groups you’ve always secretly condemned – the group that stands off by itself, silently discouraging all contact. It’s not like you …
What is glory? I wonder if the disciples ever asked that question. Maybe not at first. When they saw six jars of water transform into wine, I think it would have seemed quite clear. Even when Christ told the glory-seeking Jews that he didn’t receive glory from men; that He …
//I wrote this the morning of the Bible Bee test. Hope you enjoy it! I’m on vacation right now, so if I don’t respond to comments for a few days, don’t worry, I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth; I’m probably just busy or without internet (or both)// To …
This is the last of the seven I Am statements in John. It’s also my last post before the Bible Bee locals test on Saturday. Throughout John, Jesus has revealed more and more of who He is. He is the Word, God incarnate. He is the Life, shining into the …
//This was the first of my three major poems last year, and it’s still one of my favorites. I was actually trying to write song lyrics, but then I found out I have no idea how to do that; anyway, that’s the reason for the weird formatting.// Over hills, over trees, …
They didn’t know the destination, How then could they know the way? But, “In My Father’s house are many rooms, I go there to prepare a place.” And the way to the Father is by a cross, And crucifixion of the grave. Caught in hurricanes of doctrine, Floods of words without …
We looked up from our labors here From dirt and flowers and bright smells Looked up in sudden terror and fear As the heavens above began to tremble And you knew that your world could never be the same. And the stars exploded in flaming rents Across the fathomless dark …
“In Him was life, and the life was the Light of men.” Her brother was dead. The only One who could have saved Him had come – too late. “If you had been here,” she said, “my brother would not have died. And even now,” she added, “I know that …
I recently realized that I like to use my short stories not only to explore themes and character, but also to experiment with different narrative techniques. So I thought it would be fun to do a story written from the second person point of view. Hope you enjoy it! Any …
