God Quintain (Sicilian) Poems

B ountiful crop in the garden patch
U topia for the plants grown there
T umultuous storms' raindrops catch
T rickling down each leaf and pod with flair
E...

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Like fireflies, glistening in the twilight
Filling hearts with the sweetest calm,
Coloring thoughts in peacefulness, so I write
Words reflecting the grace, its tender balm
Breathing joy through...

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Babies hear their mother's voice from the womb,
forming a bond that will last a lifetime.
When a fetus stretches and kicks for room
Mom's voice overrides anxiety's...

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I will survive
Or I will die 
I will connive
I will lie 
I want to feel that drive 

I want to be alive 
I don't want...

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 Pierced by dart poisoned with deceitful doubt
I beseech God Who can calm angst of heart
Yielded to His truth from unbelief-clout
Humbly pleading for spiritual fresh...

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 Home should be made a place of love
A stable shelter from all storms of life
Within the walls of a happy home, I avow,
There will...

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My prayers are with you my dear friend,
your daughter’s mishap a sorrowful event.
I pray God to hold her and lay hand to mend.
With all warmth...

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Breezes blowing through her auburn hair
Reminded me of seashores in faraway places,
Those times we lounged in an afternoon lair
In the most God-forsaken primitive spaces,
The best...

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As God’s army trainees sizzling with zest
Singing “Champions for Jesus” midst loud shout 
Young soldiers* of Christ march zealously blest
Triumphing over pressures, fear and doubt
In...

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A fragile nestling, far too young for flight,
unable to respond to mother’s calls,
is grounded, unaware of its harsh plight.
Indeed, if God knows when the sparrow...

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Reaching down to offer eternal life
the Saviour gave Himself, oh precious gift
midst guilt-condemning sins, awfully rife
drawing me nigh toward heaven uplift
with love's pardon from iniquity...

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Today commemorates that awful day- 
termed nine-eleven, twenty years ago,
when we, in shock, stood helpless in dismay
of what our eyes observed- that terror show;
planes downing...

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I hold my little new born child  
who is born in a hospital
in a town where tumbleweeds roll mild   
the Cancer has...

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We're eternal souls created by God,
He has gifted us with both birth and death.
We aren't born perfect, and yet, we're not flawed,
it's not a sin...

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Afflicted by a hopeless grim future 

Pierced with deceitfully poisoned doubt-dart

My soul seeks God for His gracious nurture 

Beseeching Christ Who can calm qualms of...

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