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  • Bonnie Beldan-Thomson: Gathered to His Fathers

    Bonnie Beldan-Thomson: Gathered to His Fathers

    Gathered to His Fathers

    by Bonnie Beldan-Thomson

    When I turn the corner to Neustadt
    I almost see my father
    lying motionless.
    Pale green sheet reflects spring Continue reading . . . “Bonnie Beldan-Thomson: Gathered to His Fathers”

    Shaman Kirkland: Wellspring

    Wellspring

    by Shaman Kirkland

    Continue reading . . . “Shaman Kirkland: Wellspring”

    Karen Yoder: Cut Down in Spring

    Karen Yoder: Cut Down in Spring

    Cut Down in Spring

    by Karen Yoder

    Riddles were not shaped to die young—
    a hurricane that rips through an apple orchard in May
    shreds trunks, shrivels roots, splits hearts,
    scattering limbs that leaves Continue reading . . . “Karen Yoder: Cut Down in Spring”

    Myra Wollman: Call It Home

    Myra Wollman: Call It Home

    Call It Home

    by Myra Wollman

    Come, and I’ll show you what I mean.
    There’s a small town where we could go
    A place I know, where they won’t notice
    A few old houses and a lawn that’s overgrown. Continue reading . . . “Myra Wollman: Call It Home”

    William Hoover: Unearthed

    William Hoover: Unearthed

    Unearthed

    by William Hoover

    Continue reading . . . “William Hoover: Unearthed”

    Bryan Snyder: Silent Questions

    Bryan Snyder: Silent Questions

    Silent Questions

    by Bryan Snyder

    In the new-blown morning air
    stirred with shimmering flight,
    a swallow suspends my prayer Continue reading . . . “Bryan Snyder: Silent Questions”

    Marlene Brubacher: In Defiance of the Poets

    Marlene Brubacher: In Defiance of the Poets

    In Defiance of the Poets

    by Marlene Brubacher

    Something there is that does not love a tree,
    And that’s myself, when bounding it with weedwhip.
    Good trees lift sturdy arms to God, ’tis true;
    They make good neighbours, make us maple syrup, Continue reading . . . “Marlene Brubacher: In Defiance of the Poets”

    Hannah K: Grown Up

    Hannah K: Grown Up

    Grown Up

    by Hannah K

    Peter is old now, very old—
    twenty-six at least.
    He’s got a job in Charing Cross, he takes
    the bus, and pays the fees and Continue reading . . . “Hannah K: Grown Up”

    Serena Peachey: Without Apology She Came

    Serena Peachey: Without Apology She Came

    Without Apology She Came

    by Serena Peachey

    The New Year came on silent feet
    As silent as the snow
    She stepped across the edge of time
    And came to say hello. Continue reading . . . “Serena Peachey: Without Apology She Came”

    Richard Stoltzfoos: Mount Zion

    Richard Stoltzfoos: Mount Zion

    Mount Zion

    by Richard Stoltzfoos

    A Meditation on Temples, Smartphones, and Revelation 15

    I wander through the portal’s glow;
    My wonder for the sun and sod
    Is lost; please tell me, if you know,
    Where I can go to find my God. Continue reading . . . “Richard Stoltzfoos: Mount Zion”

    Michelle Quevedo: Plum

    Michelle Quevedo: Plum

    Plum

    by Michelle Quevedo

    The other day on the road
    You mentioned a plum.
    All the conversation following it
    fell away, forgotten. Continue reading . . . “Michelle Quevedo: Plum”

    Kenneth Godoy: that it might tell them why

    Kenneth Godoy: that it might tell them why

    that it might tell them why

    by Kenneth Godoy

    in the beginning,
    the god made earth and the skin of the world.
    he made wind and a single gull
    that wrapped itself in the coldness of sunlight. Continue reading . . . “Kenneth Godoy: that it might tell them why”

    Kayla Eby: Gary and Meg

    Kayla Eby: Gary and Meg

    Gary and Meg

    by Kayla Eby

    A shrunken old man and
    a shrunken old woman lean
    across the rotted porch rail
    into dazzling early light Continue reading . . . “Kayla Eby: Gary and Meg”

    Richard Stoltzfoos: Dependence

    Richard Stoltzfoos: Dependence

    Dependence

    by Richard Stoltzfoos

    I saw the pines inverted in the stillest lake,
    With great roots gripping, hanging from the earth,
    The earth that God sustains, we say, and spake
    In princely stories of chiastic birth. Continue reading . . . “Richard Stoltzfoos: Dependence”

    Susan Schlabach: Come, Beauty

    Susan Schlabach: Come, Beauty

    Come, Beauty

    by Susan Schlabach

    Come, Seeker-friend. Come.
    Beauty is eager to be embraced.
    Why do many, staring vacant,
    Remain oblivious? Continue reading . . . “Susan Schlabach: Come, Beauty”

    Rebecca Weber: In December

    Rebecca Weber: In December

    In December

    by Rebecca Weber

    The day is done. The fire dies
    To crackling embers in the stove
    While moonlight falls on field and farm
    And on the freshly-frosted grove. Continue reading . . . “Rebecca Weber: In December”

    Phoebe Anthus: Another Day

    Phoebe Anthus: Another Day

    Another Day

    by Phoebe Anthus

    Time is of essence I know,
    but, I will wait to wash these fingerprints
    from the paint around your pantry door till
    another day. Continue reading . . . “Phoebe Anthus: Another Day”

    Shelia J. Petre: Perils of the Profession

    Perils of the Profession

    by Sheila J. Petre

    “Perils of the Profession” is published in Leaf 2022.  Continue reading . . . “Shelia J. Petre: Perils of the Profession”

    Lori Hershberger: Lament

    Lori Hershberger: Lament

    Lament

    by Lori Hershberger

    Over these hills, sing the song,
    Sing it over again.
    That Immanuel is come, is come,
    Is come to the world of men. Continue reading . . . “Lori Hershberger: Lament”

    Karen Yoder: End of the Party

    Karen Yoder: End of the Party

    End of the Party

    by Karen Yoder

    A blinding sun hangs low above Lake Erie
    casting a path of coral like an aisle for a king.
    Gulls cry farewell, and then
    the carpet shimmers, narrows, dancing west to east Continue reading . . . “Karen Yoder: End of the Party”

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