Steeple Poems - Poems about Steeple

Specks of fire flies by Flickering amid shadows, Glimmering fireflies. Lone vibrant beacon poises On steeple leaf in darkness. 3/9/2022 'Firefly Tanka ' Contest Sponsored By: JCB Brul...

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My grandma was a steeple jack, Of heights she had no fear. The crowds would gather round to watch. They came from far and near, To see her swing and pirouette, Doff her hat and wave. And gasped and cheered each time she feigned A slip and then a save. Roof-toppers winced and bit their lips, Tight rope walkers...

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"Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind" - Edna St. Vincent Millay On my back, looking up past the steeple, I view pure beauty beyond the vale of tears. Soon, I will be going down, but I am not resigned to stay. This soothing peace is otherworldly but for cries of all who mourn my demise Written...

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One day his sheep went astray, One day he followed it to the mountain of GOD, That day he seen a fire in a bush, It was not consumed nor fell to the sod, A voice from the bush said, take off your shoes, For this is Holy Ground where you stand, I have sent for you, a job must...

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Pleasant People To encourage others we always do prefer; And with God will agree with and concur; Meet pleasant people, Under church steeple; With God's energy we are sure to endure. Jim Horn...

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(How Do You Know That God Loves You?) So how do you know that God loves you? Is that something that you can control? Does God sanction the church you’re attending Or people who sit in your pew? Is new church more Christian than old one? Do the members all get that you’re saved? Are you always at peace with the message And...

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stone tower clutches the sky the golden rooster twisting in the blue...

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Mourning tools clasped, and woven directing nailed fine pointers marking place tapping tunes now knitting lives and braiding hair Birthing tools glorious signs passing words keeping all time patting cheeks rubbing wet eyes fingers steeple and crown me Contest: The Crown of My Body -- A Whitney Date: 6/18/12...

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