A Woman Held God Poem
Gentle pressure on my chest. His head resting on my heart. Still, I feel baby breath rapid on my stomach rise and fall. My arms encircle warmth, holding close. Hands
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Avent Maranatha Poem
What does a flower do but bloom and die As rose petals do fall among the thorns And some buds fail to bloom, where is the life? My friends, for
Poem: A Passing Grace
A passing greeting, you ran by Delivering a meal, though short on time I don’t recall your name, only your hair and eyes And after all this time, your heart
