Biblical poetry
Poems
Short scripture-shaped verse — a poem for the day, written to help you see God's word in ordinary moments.
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Frank’s Story
Frank started with pennies, with pockets near bare, With forty a week and much more he would share. Half went to family, the rest stretched out thin— Yet discipline whispered, “That’s where you begin.”
Strength of Togetherness
There once were parts that all worked alone, Each proud of its skill, each set on its own. The saw said, “I’m sharp.” The hammer hit hard, Saying, “I do my own pounding out in the yard.” The nail tried to hold, but it bent with a sigh, The wood wouldn’t stand, though it did
Subscribe or Unsubscribe
Some will say with a grumble and sneer, “I surely don’t want a newsletter here.” My pick for “why so?” is quite easy to choose: It’s stuffed with news… but starving for views. Newspapers once came with rustle and flair, But now they feel as weak as damp, musty air. They have headlines and updates
Inbox Parade
My Inbox goes Ping! from morning till night, With emails arriving in arrays of delight. At least a hundred come marching my way. My Delete finger’s stronger each passing day. “Oh, wonderful friend,” I’m addressed with a grin, “We’ll help you achieve the dream you’ve within.” A five-thousand-dollar s
Breaking Out of the Box
They say Miss Maya once mused with a sigh, “By grade school we have to hush our why.” Crayons grew quiet. Questions grew small. Creativity sneaked out the back of the hall. But somehow I dodged that remarkable fate. I never quite learned to be properly “straight.” While others grew up with their sen
The Smartest Thing Ever
There once was a thinker named Pondering Pete Who sat in a chair with thoughts that were neat. “I’ll think till I’m smartest. I’ll figure it out.” He carefully considered what it all was about. He studied and puzzled and read every page, From ancient old scrolls to thoughts of the age. Sometimes he
The Writer Who Waited for Trains
There once was a writer named Wally McSwain Who waited for words like a passenger train. He stood at the airport with pen in his hand— But no train ever came to that runway of land. He grumbled. “Inspiration! Where could you be? I’m ready to write. Won’t you hurry to me?” But the clouds
The Might of Listening
I once tried to listen while planning a speech, Wanting clever replies to those I should reach. But the words that I heard grew fuzzy and thin. They slipped away instead of tumbling right in. My mouth stayed shut tight, but my mind ran ahead, Preparing the things that I soon might have said. While
Re-markable Questions
I’m a fellow of questions—yes, questions galore. If a thought knocks once, I go answer the door. Whenever I hear something curious or new, My mind begins to ponder. “Is it really true?” In school, after hearing my chalk-dusted guide, I’d lift my hand from curiosity welling up inside. The teacher had
Professor Aha
I once met a thinker—Professor Aha McPhear, Who said, “Facts in a book may go in one ear. But unless they go Boom! in the mind somewhere, They’ll float like a feather and vanish in thin air. “A teacher may teach till his chalk turns to dust. He may lecture and point and insist that
The Please-and-Thank-You Plan
When I was a boy with a scuffed-up shoe, I learned to say both “please” and “thank you”— Not mumbled or flippantly tossed into the air, But spoken with meaning, with kindness and care. We stood when older folks came into the room. We didn’t just text while ignoring the gloom. We paused before blurti
Roar with a Lamb’s Heart
Oh, writers with notebooks stacked high to the sky, With dreams that rise higher than birds can fly, You aren’t strange or failing or missing the train By walking a road paved with patience and pain. No publisher’s waiting with trumpets and drums To build you a kingdom where fortune just comes. They