Shelter Me

As a kid, did anyone else feel safer by simply hiding under the covers when there were scary sounds at night?  Does anyone else feel safe, at peace, when the sky is covered with clouds, too exposed and vulnerable when there’s not a cloud in the sky?  That’s how I often felt and feel.  Maybe …

Adventures with Father

When I ask for life like it used to be, You say, “The past was beautiful, But the future is brilliant. We’re on an adventure, No two days are the same, But I’m leading the way. Remember our past, Rejoice in the present, Rest in the promise of the future. You are and always will …

Ode to the Color Yellow

Yellow is the best color. It’s butter on popcorn At a movie theater. It’s a sunflower lifted toward the sky, A VW Bug stuffed with friends, Hip-high rods of cement and steel That tell you it’s safe to walk here. It’s a glass of lemonade On a hot summer day, The star atop a Christmas …

Mockingbirds

-Beth Wangler

Sometimes, you don’t realize something is missing until it comes back.  The neighborhood mockingbird who does a stellar impersonation of car alarms all. night. long.  is just such a thing.  He went away for winter, and apparently returned two days ago.  So I wrote a poem in his (annoying) honor. In days of old, they …

I Wonder

I wonder how it came to be That magma cooled for thousands of years, Pushing forward toward the sky, Rolling, rolling down a stream, Till, cool and polished, This mottled stone came to me.   I wonder how it came to be That someone dropped a tiny seed, Which the wind wrapped in a blanket …

Wildfire

-Beth Wangler

I promised you a lot of poems, and so I must deliver :)  Here’s a new one!  Several years back, there were really bad brush fires where I lived.  For no apparent reason, I thought of them and had to write this poem. I am a sentinel at the second-floor window watching the amber tongues …

“The Call of My King”

“Follow Me,” I hear Him say, “and choose the troubled life. You’ll have no place to call your home, no people, and no wealth; Wherever you go, I promise you, your acquaintance will be rife With those who hate, despise you, and even plot your death. You’ll have no pride, no self-esteem, for truly will …

Science-Inspired Poetry

In my science class, we were learning about the movement of tectonic plates, landslides, volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, and how rocks are formed.  In one class, I was overwhelmed at God’s power to do these things so easily, creativity to make the world in this way, and love to build the world so carefully for us to live …