No Man Is an Island by John Donne
‘No man is an iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne…
To Be Human
Jesus died not for angels Nor zebras nor the crane. He died not for marsupials Nor tigers just the same. He wasn’t born a monkey Or any other beast, Though He’s called the Lion of Judah The Lamb of God, our peace. He was born a man, a gift to men, Offered to none before.…
One Nation Under Man
A house divided cannot stand. It’s like a castle in the sand. It’s like a palace on the shore With a storm coming to its door. A house divided cannot live. It won’t repent and won’t forgive. It sharpens swords that it has made Against itself, which blunts its blade.
A New Song
Come and sing God a new song. Come worship! Come join the throng. Let’s dance like David in the street And touch the lives of all we meet. Come, let us climb the mountain peak To shout His name. Come mild and meek!
This is a poem about what death is to believers by a friend and mentor who has preceded me in glory. May God bless what she did with her life and what she leaves behind.
A poem titled “Remembrance” by my great grandmother Florette Kilgore Haguewood, a voice from the turn of the 19th and 20th centuries, a mysterious echo from the past of sadness and hope in the midst of sorrow.
As you enjoy your Memorial Day, take some time to honor the fallen soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the freedoms we enjoy. This is my poem, “Memorial,” in memory of one such soldier.
Following Your Heart
The world says to follow your heart, but what does the Bible say? In my poem “Following Your Heart,” I explore what the Bible says about desire and following your inner voice.