Straight and Narrow Low o low came You loving Lord narrowly birthed and laid low in a manger– You, wider than all skies. Straight the way...

A Scented Remembrance Feeling these rains has helped me recall my childhood days now faraway gone. My Dad's laughter and Mom's hug and I...

"The Cathartic Power of Forgiveness" A man whose great success was due, in part, to others' work, for which he often took the credit,...

Amplified Hello, Father. Quick question: Does a loss amplify the sounds of life, bring all emotions into greater magnitude -...

Witness of the Past We were seven and went to sleep, every night, always at the same time. Father, mother, three sons and two daughters....

Copyright, Veronica Michalowski November 7, 2016 Written about her father, Peter Paul Michalowski July 24, 1917 – November 26, 2000 Photo...

2-18-78 A childhood Bible fossilized in a cinder-block bookcase between The Whole Earth Catalogue, Man’s Search for Meaning, and a...

Gore I know ‘twas the blood. I know ‘twas the blood. Father, forgive me please. Trouble in my way. Like Judas I gotta hide sometimes, 30...

Miss Me at Sunset When I'm forever gone, bury me between the lyrics of your most beautiful poem so I'll never be forgotten. When I'm...

Best of the Net. Sounds impressive. Do we dare hope that works found in Spirit Fire Review can be included? Sure, why not? We sent in our no

Seder Table set with metaphor blood and flesh wine and bread unleavened baked scroll of ancient words curling parsley, bitter herbs ...

Earth Cries - Heaven Smiles White rose petals gently fall floating down to bare ground lilacs open inhaling the sun essences of both waft ab

When Fire Meets Flesh There is holiness in the heat that pours through the sky with beams of light from heaven. This sun is no fireball of h

good friday this morning I am going to focus on the sun how it paints the leaves in bright yellow before it settles into sky a chipmunk just

A Poem by Edilson Ferreira: The Voice Within- There is a voice that never stops speaking, no one hears it, but me. It talks to me wherever I

Face to Face (1) Vise of worldly snares, when one’s mural is mosaic of messiness, or one’s filly is in forefront, it’s time to seek an...

"Choose your name" Wash your lime, peel yourself Be blue gem Never be in hot pursuit O blunt, lopsided smile! Your spirit has must

I enter the woods and trespass through the quiet gates I see my life in one leaf as it falls through the light and I go about...

Master I am master of the foundless worry, and so these concerns try to master me, a long history of chains formed hypothetically in my...

A Tribute To Christ God has taken responsibility for our care and worry There's no need to be anxious or always in a hurry You can be...