I’ve been reminiscing about my previous missions trips sporadically for a couple of reasons, but my main goal is to show what God did in my own life through missions trips so that you will be motivated to pray that …
Not a whole lot to say about this one. It was for last November’s Poem a Day challenge, and the prompt was “Once Upon a Time.” Enjoy. The Castle Ruins Originally written November 1, 2019 The castle was in ruins. …
Fun fact! With over 130 poems posted now, I don’t have a good system to keep track of what I’ve posted and what I have not, so I rely on the backend search function to see if I’ve posted something …
Today’s poem has a few layers. The first is in its form. It’s a golden shovel—the last word of every line comes from one of my favorite poems. And by “favorite” I mean “I sat there in my AP Literature …
One of the ways faith plays out in my life is that, when I want to do something, I just tend to kind of walk forward in faith until God says no. Sometimes, God has to say no loudly and …
I don’t remember the exact context for today’s poem, but I do know that throughout my life, I have believed in divine control over key lifeevents, or “fate.”* So much of my life has been dictated by a few key …
Today’s sonnet is based on a true story, also known as every day of my existence. The Apple Originally written 11/15/2019. #134. I am the apple, sitting on your desk Just watching you eat junk food every day, With both …
Back in undergrad, when I was more deeply immersed in Greek literature, I came back regularly to mythology as inspiration for poetry. I’ve written at least three inspired by the Hades/Persephone myth, of which I’ve already shared one and may …
During this year’s Poem a Day challenge, I fell in love with the Golden Shovel poem. Basically, you take a line (or more) of a poem, and write your ow poem, ending each line with a word from that line. …
Read Act I, Act II, Act III, and Act IV. A Christmas Sonnet: Act V Originally written April 21, 2019. #131. Alive, alive! Scrooge woke up in his room, Alone, but not alone—his heart awake. He felt like Lazarus, leaving his tomb, …