Here is a poem I wrote based on my experience listening to a favorite song of mine. This song, in part, got me through 9 months of a very difficult pregnancy. I listened to it nearly every day, and I think it made me cry every time. It helped me

That fitting sadness- By it I rise, Not in its’ scorning Or demise, Nor add I guilt To grief and pain- That sorrow pure Has not a stain. Untainted whimpers And broken cries Mar not Heaven Nor surprise- Is earth not groaning And sighing too? My flesh joins in And

Here’s part 2 on “The Wedding Chronicles,” which is basically just a bit of fun I’m having reminiscing. You can see the first poem “On Our Engagement” here. On Decorating (For Our Wedding) We pulled into the church The evening before And I couldn’t open Up the car door. “I

Now it seems His hand has turned Against you, Yes, has seen you sinking And has pressed your head Beneath the waves. You think “To catch a breath, ‘Tis one small favor, Can’t He see?” But yes, He sees; So why do gray skies Blacken more And gray waves Lash

Where does my contentment lie? In what do I most gather peace? In need of nothing, satisfied From endless craving to find release.