Is faith a lofty pragmatism a one-time-buy insurance policy a spoiled child an “I asked once don’t make me ask again” Or is faith an ocean tide an interminably persistent sibling a ceaseless alarm an “I know you hear and you better believe I’m not going away?” Yesterday I spent six hours talking about prayer …
Perfect Love by Beth Wangler So this is what they mean By perfect love that casts out fear: Your face I’ve never seen, But still I know that You are near. Your presence makes me bold To take the risks I’d never dare If I were young or old. Your favor frees me from all …
Find previous chapters here. “It’s rising too fast!” the Princess’s offensive companion, Garrin, shouted. He had to shout to be heard, and even then Sir Lamarr could barely distinguish his words through the pounding rain and rushing water. The water was rising fast. Moments ago it had been a damp trail. Now it was inches …
Adventure by Beth Wangler | Come on an adventure with me! We’ll catch the last note of taps and ride it out of town…
Here is my second ever sonnet!! The first, which you can find here, is about Roman soldiers, a fascinating topic. House of Sorrow on a Hill by Beth Wangler Behold the house of sorrow on a hill That boasted naught but crumbling façade And mites of dust unmoved by air so still; Whose pavèd path …
Attack of the Animals by Beth Wangler It started just the other day– The animals stopped acting in their habitual ways. The squirrels don’t scurry and cling to tree bark; Instead, they chase me through St. James Park. The songbird that every morning twittered with charm Traded classical airs for an endless car …
I want to write You a poem, a rhyme about Your Name, but I can’t seem to find even one line that compares to Your glory and grace. “In love” is too weak a phrase–all of me is branded by the brilliance of Your face. I am forever Yours– even that a mere blink next to the endlessness of Your timelessness.
“Remember what the Lord your God has done for you—” How He spoke from heaven, how He thought and it became. You formed from dust and He took you in His hands and He breathed His life in us. “Remember what the Lord your God has done for you—” How He led the captives forth …
I have found my cross, That noble, cursed tree, And in its rough-hewn grain I see All my ambitions, all of my dreams, Every hope of glorious deeds And longing for renown. Taking up my heavy cross, I smile as the fears abate: It is a deep relief to find I love You more than …
The Remedy for Our Mortality Start hearin’ it in high school, The cacophony of voices: Where are you going to college? Whatcha gonna study? Where you gonna go after that? You got to have a ten-year plan, ya see, Typed out in full-on serif font. Bullet-points ain’t good enough. Nope—etch in all the details, Carve …