Category: Poems

The Light of Christmas

What is the point of Christmas day? The weeks before are full of pain. During this time nothing is mundane. We’re supposed to rest, but there is no way. We get less sleep then we did before. Many shop till they hit the floor….

The Gospel: Through Angel’s Eyes

They sang before there was even a past. They saw the beginning in it’s mighty blast; Creation exploding from the mouth of God; Man being created from below the sod.   Each one made a choice as Satan rebelled. Some chose to stay; the…

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