Best Missionary Work Poems

A loving husband, a great man of God,
Few people would dare to walk the path he trod;

Came to spread the Good news of the Bible,
Left...

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Earthquake

E arth quivers, shakes and quakes violently
A ll around turns dark,the roof and walls begin to crumble
R ight before our very eyes
T o the right...

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I had some very good primary school teachers who were awesome 
But in all my schooling, one of my college instructors stood out to be...

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Yesterday my dad said i can be a doctor
Yesterday my mom was sure i'll end being a lawyer
I solved so many cases in my young...

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I remember meeting you many years ago
That warm Sunday afternoon 
I remember the love I got from you, your mum, your dad and your sister...

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K373 and K374 of the THIRUKKURAL: Translated with Commentary

The poet's name, THIRUVALLUVAR [Thiru = Sacred and Valluvar = the name of the priesthood caste of...

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In Chicago, my summer of '70 was spent working with a program seeking to rescue drug addicts, alcoholics, and street gangs. The following

summer of '71,...

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While I take to the road for a mission
Anxiety rivets me to my direction
It causes me to ponder and be calm
As a byword for courage...

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I need others to understand the reason for all this writing.  I need to explain to others that this writing of poems and short...

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“I thought about the former days, the years of long ago.” * 

If you saw something beautiful in a people, a place, a thing;
If you...

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Mosquitoes rarely come at you, face to face. This is a classic sneak-attack kinda enemy, often found behind one's head, or about navel height. After...

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Slipknots of braided wool
lacquer the trees with the darkness of Spanish Moss
down in Kentucky hollers,
where the rules are scraped with twigs in dirt roads
to be...

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Lo ,
16 year old boy 
Not fearful
 was captured into slavery
Such bravery
How's No Malice, no strife
Temporal  surrendering His life
His fate, he escapes
You back later...

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I
Decades in America changed me
Yes, piglets are cute, obese ones not!
America regulates farming,  pets, husbandry 
People of color, here, practice pig-cleaning:
Pigs eat human feces;...

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“I thought about the former days, the years of long ago.” Psalms 77:5 NIV

If you saw something beautiful in a people, a place, a thing;
If...

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