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A Solstice


God ... thoughts of death mourning a loss,
one after another, like falling hailstones cracking the tiles
of the substance of things not seen            but feared. I could care less
God ... it's the longest night of my years                   caught in the toils 
of doubts, of despair, of the sound of falling ice
that reverberates inside                                  my faith in sudden slices
and outside this pen for sheep-raising                          still in fertile soil
I fail to get over the fence without a stile

Impotent to kiss resignation's toes
advocated by those who want my obedience             and my tithes at all costs 
A version of the interpretation of the oral traditions already translated into lies
Greeks, Romans, Monarchs, Despots, Rulers, Reformists, Stoics... 

Impotent to listen to the duty of the silken stole
              that pulls my crackling faith into its coils
Impotent to accept sacred writings chosen by lot
Impotent of praying more and thinking less
Impotent to breathe, to see, to walk through wind-blown salt and s  i  l  t 
measuring a time ... dark and lost

God, a profuse bleeding from a ruptured soul                           refusing to clot
Thoughts of death like tears of ice

when the electrocardiogram yells  h     h     h 
                                                   e  p  e  p  e
                                                      l      l       l p ... Where will be the lice 
to suck my sins and tics?
to cough and gag and vomit my unfulfilled temptations into a cist? 

My time of death has expired long time ago. Do you noticed it?
                                                            do you care about it?

Thoughts of death tickling upon my bare soles
I'll be nobody without a tag swaying from my toe

The night at its farthest point from                      the Sun and still so close
I need to believe it
God ... You need to believe it
I can kill you if my faith is lost 


Copyright © Ruben O.

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You Took My Place

Amazing love,
Amazing grace,
You gave Your life,
You took my place.
I should have died,
On Calvary's tree,
But You stepped in,
And died for me.

What can I say?
What can I do?
To show my love, 
My gratitude?
To You my Lord,
My Savior King,
For becoming my
Sin offering?

Here is my heart,
Here is my soul,
Come Lord Jesus,
Take control.
The old is gone,
You've made me new.
You died for me,
I'll live for you.


Copyright © Kim Merryman

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One more morning,after one more night,
One more thanks for keeping things right,
One prayer to bed,one as you rise,
Good morning God,thanks for another sun rise,
Prayer is the fuel that keep us going,
Through troubled times,pray for strength keep rowing,
And without fear step out,face the unknowing,
Although all around negativity blowing,
Every day,even one positive seed,try sowing,
Within my veins,God love is flowing,
God is my friend,the devil,not interested to know him,
Here comes the garbage truck,over there throw him,
Don't just say you love God,pray show Him,
Remember prayer keeps us,spiritual growing...

Copyright © Richard Palmer

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A talk with Him

Outside, a table awaits idle: I join as though it was my companion
Pondering about life as if it were water appeasable to the deepest canyon
Trees and scattered leaves waving alongside the lake facing the north; sighing
Opportunity after opportunity, oh how Ungrateful I am as I whisper to him crying

" A work in progress I am Lord, assist as I sprinkle the ground below with my tears
  Lead me and guide me for I shall follow you through out my years
  Let your word be used as a sword to fight against my enemy peers
  Unseal your lips Father for your words of wisdom are therapeutic to my ears"

A canvas set aside of unfading colors; a mirror painting of the Lord above
My knees gently caress the pavement thanking him for his everlasting love
Caterpillars gather around to celebrate and form to butterflies within my chest
Thanking the Lord once again, for I know with Faith he will conquer the rest

Copyright © Pace INK-U-SCRIPT

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Does the past really matter?
 Does it set you free? 
I’m absorbed in the sin,
That is surrounding him and me. 

Lost in the curiosity,
Cold to the touch. 
Drenched in the poison,
With my dignity in his clutch.

Feeling like I was cheated;
I chose the evil instead of light.
I traded in the sunshine,
For what lurks in the night. 

I disobeyed his orders,
I gave up security to be unsure.
I went against the warnings,
Gave into darkness instead of remaining pure.

Once my bed was made of soft grass,
But now it is made of stone.
Was plump from all of the luscious fruit,
Now I’m starving to the bone. 

My curse is one of circumstance.
The punishment a crime,
I’m stuck inside this dampened cave,
For the rest of time. 
My world came crashing down,
The grief has not subsided.
My heart broke completely,
When my sons collided. 

My misery a token,
From the abandonment I earned.
Upon the time spent in sorrow,
There was a lesson to be learned.

Have I found the moral?
Only in time we shall see,
For all I did was eat an apple-
From the Knowledge tree. 

Copyright © Alyssa Waters

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What Easter Means To Me

Tears of joy streak down
My dust covered face
As I just wandered by and witnessed
The utmost glorious grace

Just three days ago
I watched them crucify
The son of God himself
The man called Jesus Christ

They poked him with their spears
Wet his tongue with a vinegar sponge
Nailed him to a tree
And taunted “you’re not God’s son.”

He hung there ‘til he died
From his side water did drop
They buried him in a tomb
Where today I had to stop

Past three days the door was covered
A large stone placed there that day
But, today as I walked by 
An angel rolled it away

He had kept his promise
Only 3 days would he lay dead
To forgive us all our sins
And, I believed in what he said

He glided out of the tomb
As if floating in the air
“Do not be afraid” he said,
With gentle love, and care

He represents new life 
And all the wounds he can heal
Is Easter day your resurrection?
Can Jesus Christ be your shield?

I weep to think of the pain
He endured for you and me
So he could take away our sins
And one day, set us free!

By: Miranda Lambert
For: Gwendolyn Rixs’ contest: What easter means to me
Written: 03/21/2011

Copyright © Wandering Butterfly

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Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin

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The Psychostasia

The Psychostasia
(The Egyptian Funerary Rite)

For seventy days I’ve been prepared
With oils and unguents ever so rare
And with linen bandages to and fro
Wound and wrapped from head to toe

And on this journey I’m prepared to start
By enduring the “Weighing of the Heart”
With Toth’s oversight we’ll see whether
My heart weighs true against Truth’s feather

Should it fall short the beast will devour
My soul to oblivion in my final hour
Yet should it measure straight and true
The Pylon opened I’ll be ushered through

And then I shall fall unto my knees
And pray that Osirus hears my pleas
That he acknowledge and clear my tears
And accept my soul for a thousand years

And cleanse said soul of all its scars
And make me one with the canopy of stars
And bless my children and my wife
That they may join me in the afterlife

Copyright © James Burns

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Fall From Grace

I watched angels fall from grace today
I wondered  how could this be
I looked to the heavens to  ask
How  could this have happened 
How could angels  fall so  fast 

I stood there I watched angels falling
I wondered how could this be 
 For aren't angels a part of thee
 He looked down at me and said
 "Yes my dear" indeed they are 

But you see I gave them free will
   When I set them free
Until they come back to me 
I felt a tear roll down my check
As I stood in silence and watched 

Then I laughed and I thought
HE should of chose  me
Then he would of seen 
That I would never  be 
An angel who fell from grace

I watched angels fall from grace today
 I ask myself how could this be
 Why would the powers that be 
 Ever let such a thing happen 

Then I looked up and I saw me
I was the one falling from grace
I remembered He once told me
You will have free will   "till "
you  come back to me 
So I'll  let you be

I watched an angel fall from grace today
But than I realized  that it was me
As I looked into  that mirror
I saw her starring back at me. 

9,13,2010  4pm Monday

 Since I was little I've thought about angels falling, must be the catholic church .

Copyright © Debbie Duncan

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LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night

Copyright © humble b

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Fatherless Child

There once was a day I would watch every airplane.
Praying you was on it to come take me away.
As a child I wanted you around until the day, you actually came.
The day you came is the day my life forever changed.
I remember as if it was yesterday when you physically violated me.
Mental visions as early as the age of eight, but old enough to vociferate.
Visualizing mental pictures in my mind while I am awake very aware of the improper abuse I take.
Your body on me feels something like an autopsy of a dead body.
While you lay on top of me as you press aggressively on me.
Against my will your force kept me still.
I am trying to understand if you recognize who I am.
I try to say no hoping you can comprehend; I am weakling as you apprehend.
Mentally and physically I became involuntarily your property. 
A main character in a horror story, and you were my predatory.
I asked “God why?” as I bare to stare into his eyes.
This is not thee love I seek; all I wanted was my father to love me, but not like this injustice of violation of my rights.
This love is not real; not the love I wished to feel.
As he tries to stick his tongue into my mouth too young to know what this is all about.
I grip my lips painfully tight as he tries to slip his tongue inside.
I close them tighter with all my might, as he whispers, “let me love you right” 
I beg him to leave as he pried my legs open with his knees my insides scream “somebody please help me!”
As he whispers how much he loves me I’m praying for God to just kill me.
I rather be dead then a man’s punching bag.
As I lay there my body was dead, and I laid my soul to rest.
I looked around the room and seen the Old Spice on the desk the same fragrance he wore around his neck.
The sun began to rise as he began to close my thighs.
In that moment in time I had made up my mind any man that ever say they love me was just telling lies.
I learned the hard way that love does not kill your inside; love does not take your pride.
A fatherless child I shall forever reside.
Every day that passes that little eight-year-old girl dies slowly inside.
Asking Jesus,” Why permit this?” and he slowly whispers…as I gently whimpers, “faith is the light that guide you through the darkness, my words reflecting as a lamp unto my feet.”
“Walk unto my path I’m here to carry the weak, come into me you are weary and overburdened. I will carry the pain you have obtained.”
“I am your father and you are my child you are never fatherless because I’m always around.”

Copyright © twanna Irisha

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The Whispered Song

The warrior lays her weary head, 
With heavy heart she cannot bear, 
Burning tears stream down her face, 
As whispered memories touch the ear.

Her armour tarnished by remorse, 
Her battle-cry a wimpered row, 
Her wounds, of which bleed solitude, 
Will never know forgiveness now.

The song began two score ago, 
When two came knocking at her door, 
In need of refuge from the world, 
Of that, and love, and little more.

Forced to fight for every smile, 
Her only solace found in song, 
She longed for love to rescue her, 
And plant her where she could belong.

Jealous tongues are seldom kind, 
Self-seeking hearts know nought of love, 
The caged canary only sings, 
When coaxed to praise from up above.

For the steely spine that now I own, 
Forever shall I grateful be, 
A gift from her, and from her own. 
Courage mounted inwardly.

I'll not forget how I have loved thee, 
And youthful memories I will prize, 
Til on the shore of His forgiveness, 
Whereto now, we both shall rise.

Copyright © Yvonne Evanoff

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God Is Faithful

Because He's our Savior and King Let's unite our voices in praise To world proclaim all His glory Today is time to praise the Lord. Seek His face and you'll find His grace Because He's our Savior and King He's my defender and refuge And want to serve Him forever. My heart sing for Him many songs My soul in Him always rejoices Because He's our Lord and King With Him I am never afraid. He's with me,when I feel lonely And just know that I'm not alone Jesus is near,not far away Because He's our Lord and King. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2010 (Psalms 100:1). "Shout for Joy to the Lord,all the earth." December,20,2010

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter

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Dying, we awake to eternal life.

His fragile fevered brow is soaked with life’s sweat
Nearing the end, his death has not arrived just yet
Shivering, his body is on fire, he makes a gentle sigh  
His frame broken down by the years now passed by
The end of the final chapter, his book has grown old
Soon in a faith filled church, his past tales will be told
He’s a person, loved, surrounded by his living history
His family hold one another, parts of his closing story 
Go quietly now love, for the time has come to move on
Hush now, your wearied tiredness, is oh so nearly gone
Soon the warmth of living will become so stiff and cold
Leaving this earth’s dusty soil, so as to join an eternal fold
He enters deaths doorway that will close quickly behind
A peace beyond imagination, a kind welcome he will find
Tears flow, fond goodbyes are spoken a kiss of farewell
Do not mourn too long have faith, know he is now well.

Patrick Brennan © 2010

Copyright © Patrick Brennan

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My Secret

Each night
i put my hands together 
confessing the days mistakes
and to wipe the slate clean
its by my faith you say im forgiven
but still...
i continue to be a sinning machine

I keep you locked up deep inside
so i dont give myself away
to blend in
i hide you from everyone i know
they have no clue i pray
but why am i afraid to show my true self
forced into playing their games
is it because of the ridicule that would follow
would they even call me names?

its amazing
the transformation that takes hold
when my sinners "gameface" goes on
the lying and profanity gently flows
from the river of my mouth
but deep down
it's really just a con
i try hard to do and say the right things
so you wont be disapointed in me
but its so difficult for me to say " Darn-it "
rather than another word i could pick
from my vocabulary!
but thats what makes you all loving and true
you understand that we are not without sin
your love for mankind has always been there
we just have to let you in

Each night
i put my hands together
and ask for the courage
to unlock you
from a place deep within
each night

Copyright © Kurt Kohls

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You Know Me, Lord

Lord, You made me and You know me,
You know my thoughts and all my fears;
You know all my deepest longings,
You hear my laughter, see my tears.

Before I speak a word, You know it,
My heart is bare before Your eyes.
Nothing is ever hidden from You,
You see through any disguise.

I cannot hide where You can't find me,
It's impossible to do.
Your presence fills up all the earth, Lord,
Even the dark is light to You.

My days were written in Your book, Lord,
Before a single one played out.
You have a plan and purpose for me,
Of this I'm sure, I have no doubt.

Why would I ever want to leave You?
You've given life and breath to me.
You are my God, my only Savior,
Without Your love, where would I be?

Search my heart, my mind, my soul, Lord,
For any sinful, wicked ways.
Forgive me, cleanse me, make me whole,
And I will always sing Your praise.

written 7/20/09  based on Psalm 139

Copyright © Kim Merryman

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The Christian I am not

I have been a Christian  for many years,
Hiding behind the mad poet has drenched me with tears
For I am a sinner the chief of them all
Writing poetry that has made me feel appalled

I have coveted, lied, hated and stole
Indulged in adultery with an innocent sole
I have broken my family, and now live in separate homes
While writing perversions of my conquests in poems 

The thing that worries me, is that I feel nothing at all
This is what scares Sidney. C  Hall
I see the ten commandments almost all broken
Save for killing  no words of remorse that are spoken

Am I destined to a life burning  in hell?
As part of the masses with speeches that make heads swell
Denying God and not seeking his Grace
Awaiting the day to say “I have no excuse,” to his face

Or believing a lie that there is no forgiveness
And just going along my ungodly business
Ladies and Gentleman my soul is in turmoil
Sin runs through my veins causing my blood to boil

I say to myself Sid you need to change,
Then the next minute something take me out of range
But I feel nothing, so how can this scare me
If I feel nothing , why is fear in hell, I see

Could this be God preparing my final years
I hope and pray soaked in tears

Copyright © Sidney Hall Mad Poet

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Be Still

Be still and know that God is with you.
Be still and know His love is real.
Be still and know your Heavenly Father,
Feels every joy and pain you feel.

Be still and let God's love enfold you.
Be still and know His perfect peace.
Be still and know God is all-sufficient,
His grace and mercy will never cease.

Be still and know that God is for you.
Be still and know you're not alone.
Be still and know He'll ne'er forsake you.
He knows your name - you are His own.

Be still and know that God is holy.
Be still and learn His righteous ways.
Be still and know that God is worthy,
To receive our worship and our praise.


Copyright © Kim Merryman

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Help Lord

O Lord, my God, I need your help,
I don't know what to do.
Fear and worry have gained control,
I need to hear from You.

Be still, My child, and know I'm here,
Open your eyes and see,
I am your Rock and your Strong Tower,
Come hide yourself in Me.

Lord, I know that You are God,
You are mighty and You are strong,
But I need Your help right now!
What's taking You so long?

My child, I know just what you need,
Lay down your fears and rest.
Don't you know I'm in control,
And that My timing's best?

Lord, I know You're in control,
But still I am afraid.
I'm sorry that my faith's so weak,
Please hurry to my aid.

Fear not my child, you are not alone,
I'm always here with you.
Trust in Me with all your heart,
There is nothing I can't do.

O Lord, my God, how great You are,
You are worthy of all praise!
Help me to walk with eyes of faith,
As I live out all my days.

My precious child, I love you so,
And I have a plan for you.
You may not understand it all,
But trust Me to see you through.

Kim Merryman
For PD's "Collaborating in the Clouds" contest

Copyright © Kim Merryman

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Heavens' Doorway

One day there was an accident, and to heavens gate I was called.
As an angel sat down beside me, upon the bed I had been put upon.
Such a shining warmth ensued as it held me in its thrall.
A thought from God proclaimed, “What with your life have you done?”
Then all of life fled past me, but not as I did expect to see it done.
For all I saw and felt were things I hadn’t known I had done, and yet…
So much pain inflicted to each, with such little words and thoughts.
I never would have known such power, by one person, could be wrought.
I bowed my head in shame at the pain I knew I could not undo, yet…
Suddenly, I found myself forgiven. Yes, TRULY it was true!
Hallelujah became my amazed and impassioned cry before him, that night!
His warmth had never wavered, nor even his illustrious, wonderful light.
How could he forgive me, someone as wretched and lowly as I?
And yet, he did… and so he changed my life from then on out. 
But low and behold he wasn’t yet done with me, or so my story goes…
He sent me back to my home again… it in comparison brought me low.
But he said my work lay uncompleted, so now I must go back…
He said to stay clean and I would blossom… What do you think of that?
A veil he placed upon my eyes to remove me from the knowledge of all I’d known.
Then he sent me from his side, where I could not see him but knew he was.
Now, here I stand before you, a totally changed and humbled one.
Still, I have found I have sinned again… I know he must have known.
Perhaps some day, as I patiently wait… I’ll be allowed once more within his gate.
Only time will tell, as again I’ll feel every ones pain…
All I can say is: God Forgive Me… as I continue to wait…

(This Near Death experience really happened and changed my life.)

Copyright © Carol Eastman

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The Devil He Be A Wandering

The devil, he be a wandering,
Searching for a fool,
Someone easily persuaded,
To come under his rule.

Pride, deceit and unbelief,
Are the tools of his trade,
Planting seeds of fear and doubt,
In the souls that he invades.

The devil, he be a wandering,
Searching for a saint,
A true believer in the Lord,
But one whose faith is faint.

Satan takes great delight
In deceiving God's elect.
He cannot steal their salvation,
But their peace and joy he deflects.

The devil, he be a wandering,
Seeking whom he can devour.
He comes to steal, kill and destroy,
At any given hour.

But Satan is a defeated foe,
Christ sealed his fate on the cross.
Those who stand with Jesus,
Will not suffer loss.

Based on John 10:10 and 1 Peter 5:8 Matthew 24:24

Copyright © Kim Merryman

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

created by god

How can you deny being created by god?

Dont you wonder where we all came from?

Doesnt that have to matter some?

Doesnt he deserve to be served? 

At the very least to be loved.

How can you deny you were created by god?

Havent you seen all that he has given?

How do you think you are living?

When you realize all that the world has become,

thats when you know he has won.

Haven't you wondered where it all came from?

Its all that God has done.

Copyright © DINA SCALIA

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                      we are failed still today to know the whole universe
                                     except a certain portion of it
                                  universal truth is far away from us  
                              just our belief leads us to be perfected
                            with the universality through various angles
                                    of different religious thoughts
                                that will continue till this world ends

Copyright © BL Devnath

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The Devil You Say

I just can't win said the devil one day
I lie and I cheat and I lead them astray
Then along comes this guy who's the light and the way
Who always forgives them whenever they pray
And the prayers they are praying all keep me at bay
Sure I'll keep on trying but like all losers say
I just can't win

mdailey   4/20/12

Copyright © mike dailey

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Lucifer's Laments

"Lucifer's Laments" By M. Taha Effendi (Dramatic Monologue) Do You not see, Almighty God, How Your order man defied? So base, so vile, so gravely flawed, Yet so consumed by pride! He broke all sacred codes though warned, He dared to pay no heed, He mocked Your words, Your gifts he scorned, He breached what You decreed, Beyond the holy saint's facade, There hides a worthless cheat, A savage beast, a thief, a fraud, The master of deceit, Too weak to tame his lust and greed, To feel remorse, too vain, Power, wealth his only creed, And Your worship he disdains, He quenched his thirst with blood he spilled, In countless wars he waged, Centuries wore on. Millions killed, Civilizations laid to waste, But he prides this life of sin and crime, As he leads himself astray! His humanity lost in his race with time, And by the error of his way, Why then My Lord was I expelled? Was mine a darker sin? I am the angel that rebelled, But is not man my evil twin? To salve his conscience, me he blames, When he himself is full of vice, While in his heart surely he shames, To have staged his own demise, It is a myth his vice I feed, He writes himself his fate, Man: A far more disgusting breed, Not merely my incarnate! (Finalist - International Poetry Soup Contest 2011)

Copyright © Mohammad Taha Effendi

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The Hypocritical Christian

I am the hypocritical Christian.
I say I follow Christ,
But I'm still consumed by my demons.
I go to church on Sunday,
But I refuse to invite someone back.
I want to serve on mission,
But I'm too afraid to act.
They think I read The Bible,
But I just fall asleep in it.
They think I'm positivity and smiles,
But underneath I'm death and addictions.
They think I'm clean and pure,
But I'm broken and mistaken.
I say I'm not worthy of His love,
But Jesus will never let me be forsaken.
I pray long prayers,
But inside they're empty repetition.
It might look as if my faith is strong,
But my core is too easily shaken.
I say the things I'm supposed to say,
But don't follow His actions or obey.
I speak the truth the church wants to hear,
But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe.
I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough
To be loved by God and saved through Christ,
But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace;
It's a free gift.
I accept;
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
We pray,

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin

Details | Free verse | |

I Celebrate Easter

Good Friday, is the day Jesus was crucified on the cross.  
Jesus was willing to give His life for ours in order to give 
us eternal life.

Easter Sunday, is the day Jesus rose from his tomb. 
This is a joyous day and reminds us of His love for all
of us.

This is why I celebrate Easter, because I love Jesus for
all he did for you and for me.
He has prepared us a home in heaven and filled it with 
his everlasting love for us.

For Linda-Marie's  "Easter Inspirations" Contest
Written by: Carol Brown
4th Place Winner

Copyright © Carol Sunshine Brown

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Heaven's Grocery Store

Marching down life’s highway, my feet became very sore
I then came upon a sign that read “Heaven’s Grocery Store”
When I got closer the doors swung open wide
Next thing I knew I was standing there inside
I saw a flock of angels positioned everywhere
They handed me a basket and said, “Child shop with care.”
Everything a human required was in that grocery store
With many commodities to carry, you could always come back for more
First I acquired some Patience; Love was in that same row
Further down was Understanding, you require that everywhere you go
I grabbed a box of Wisdom and Faith, a bag or two
And obtained Charity of course but more than just a few
And then reached for Courage to help me run this wicked race
My basket was almost full but remembered some loving Grace
I then chose Salvation for it was advertised as free
I tried to collect enough of that for both you and me
Then I started to the counter to pay my grocery bill
For I thought I had everything to do the Master’s will
As I went up the aisle, I saw Prayer and proceeded put that in
For I knew when I stepped outside I was bound to encounter sin
Peace and Joy were plentiful, the last thing on that shelf
Song and Praise were hanging near so I just helped myself
Then I asked an angel, “Now how much do I owe?”
She smiled and said, “Just take them wherever you may go.”
Again I asked, “No really, how much do I owe?”
“My child,” she said, “God paid your bill a long time ago.”

Copyright © Adam Kirkhoff

Details | Alliteration | |


The days seem to go by so fast. there is a void in the air, the birds have lost their vibrant beat, the ocean has lost its luster, the soil feels solid and dry.
My soul feels as if it has left my body before my death, my dreams haunt my day, the tears stain my steps, my doctor says that it is depression, I say that it is reality, I am intoxicated by society,I am numb by perscriptions.
Why do I feel so isolated within myself? is there no one in my painfully tight shoes? can anyone understand my pain? can anyone melt in my sorrows? why am I this way? why is the world so cruel? why can't I be normal?
Wait! I am normal, what am I saying, I know now, the veil has been lifted, humanity is my enemy, the sins that drip from their sweat, the dread that follows their shadows, their souls of black, their intentions of greed pull a shade across their eyes.
They are destined for doom, they will not be saved, they will not find salvation, they belittle me, they curse me, they shame me, but they are right about one thing, I am different, unlike them, I will be saved in the last days.

Copyright © stephanie hanvey

Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 

Copyright © John Paluszek