Thank you, James DePreist for this poem. Please forgive me if you’re offended by my take on it. It seems appropriate for Palm Sunday and Holy Week. You lived this poem in your life; I believe Jesus did, too. Read the rest of this entry »
Sodom is gone. Lot is still alive in Zoar, but afraid. He leaves Zoar, taking his daughters with him, and heads for the hills. They end up living in cave. This is the last time Lot takes any initiative in this story (Genesis 19).
Lot’s unmarried daughters now have a problem. Read the rest of this entry »
Scandalous. Painful to read and painful to hear. The story is about Lot, his two virgin daughters, two visitors (strangers), an unruly mob of men, and the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah. Read the rest of this entry »
Portrait of a Woman Suffering
from Obsessive Envy,
Théodore Géricault
I know this dour woman
The look in her eyes
The slightly raised brow
The half-smirking mouth.
Her hunched-over shoulders
Unkempt weary hair
Tired peasant bonnet
and weighty brown cloak. Read the rest of this entry »
Here’s another Amy poem for children everywhere. Especially, but not only young children in unsafe situations. Amy Carmichael spent most of her life in South India living with and for young Indian children.
Most were girls; some were boys. Many were temple children, Read the rest of this entry »
Do you fall in love with gorgeous sunsets and starry skies? Here’s a sonnet from George MacDonald that talks about this and more. I’ll comment at the end. Read the rest of this entry »
Here’s an excellent reading for today. It’s George MacDonald’s sonnet for February 29. I know, this isn’t a leap year. It is, however, appropriate for the end of any day, week or month of the year. Including February! So here it is, with my comments following. Read the rest of this entry »
I needed to hear these words today. It isn’t that I feel like nobody. It’s that sometimes I feel lost in a great sea of humanity. This poem reminds me: It’s about the One and Only You, and the importance to You of empty shells and every grain of sand. No matter what others think. Don’t miss my polite note to Amy at the end. Read the rest of this entry »
I’ve been in a writing funk this afternoon. The kind that catches me off guard, unprepared.
I spent the morning doing much-needed grocery shopping. I went early because snow was coming. Now it’s here, along with snow plows and salt trucks. I’m back in my warm house, dry, comfortable and clueless about what to write and about this funk I’m in. Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 