“Shake the Dust”
In the absence of a Child of the Kaites chapter this week, I’d like to share with you a Spoken Word that I’ve used with my students this week. Hopefully it can inspire you :)
In the absence of a Child of the Kaites chapter this week, I’d like to share with you a Spoken Word that I’ve used with my students this week. Hopefully it can inspire you :)
On my drive to work, I get a brief glimpse of the ocean. Today it featured an armada of dark rain clouds sailing in. In a sudden thrill of excitement, I wrote a couple of love poems to rain, beloved rain, and here is one of them for your enjoyment. Rescue A drought year, a…
Welcome to the “What God is Doing in my Life” segment of this blog. For about the past month, I have been feeling slightly distracted. It was not like something big happened; rather, something inside my spirit was distracted, not at peace, not focused as it should be on God. I was aware of it,…
I’m Thankful For… by Beth Wangler The breath in my lungs, The beat of my heart, The warmth of the sun When a new day starts, The cool breeze that blows, Sweet mint tea, The sunset that glows O’er a picnic by the sea, The look of wonder When a struggle is won, Peals of…
There was no fearsome, violent brawl Or raging storm between us. There was no icy winter road Or long, silent estrangement. No, it was a mellow autumn evening When you tossed the last stone, The accusation of some small fault, That shattered my resilience And, instead of rising one more time Inside the shelter of…
Hey friends! I think I mentioned before that I’m trying an abridged form of Nano Wrimo this month. Word counts don’t motivate me, and I know better than to burn myself out by making myself too tired to be creative at all. Combine that with the fact that, somehow, I’ve been steadily writing 6 days…
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.