William Hoover: Sonnet for Wyatt
Sonnet for Wyatt
(June 7 – Sept. 29, 2021)
by William Hoover
Because he peered so sharply, he soon spied
That it was Earth, not he, most saddled with Continue reading . . . “William Hoover: Sonnet for Wyatt”
Obi Martin: The Three Stages of Creation
The Three Stages of Creation
by Obi Martin
Continue reading . . . “Obi Martin: The Three Stages of Creation”
Josiah Peachey: Garden of Hope
Garden of Hope
by Josiah Peachey
The church sat like a garden
strait backed rows of Eden
pasture of a people
peace of a long past Continue reading . . . “Josiah Peachey: Garden of Hope”
Lori Hershberger: Meditations of the Aunt
Meditations of the Aunt
by Lori Hershberger
For, lo, children are an Heritage of the Lord
As Arrows in the Hand of a Mighty One
Happy is he who hath his Quiver full
For they are like Olive Plants, the Offspring of Fruitful Vines; Continue reading . . . “Lori Hershberger: Meditations of the Aunt”
Imago Dei
by Gary Yoder
His bedroll hoisted on sagging shoulders
One foot before the other—
Deliberately—
South-bound on 501 Continue reading . . . “Gary Yoder: Imago Dei”
Psalm 2
by Christopher Good
I kiss the son—an unexpected spark, warm
after the weary watching of this barren night.
Dead men and women stand on their heads in the pews around us,
indexes outstretched, rigorous, unyielding. Continue reading . . . “Christopher Good: Psalm 2”
Karen Yoder: Nobody Listens to Andrew
Nobody Listens to Andrew
by Karen Yoder
Bumbling jokes
Fumbling tongues
Jumbling souls
Voices jangle in the hollow hall Continue reading . . . “Karen Yoder: Nobody Listens to Andrew”
Thrown
by Joella Wadel
Why is a human being born
When worlds are wide
And graves are short,
Time dangling like the clothes we’ve worn? Continue reading . . . “Joella Wadel: Thrown”
Bayside
by Emily Gingrich
The moon is nesting in the trees
Beyond the gleaming bay.
She’s crossing lacy strands of light
Leftover from today. Continue reading . . . “Emily Gingrich: Bayside”
Red Clay
by Gary Yoder
Red clay—
Red Virginia clay,
Pounded hard as iron
By chained feet: Continue reading . . . “Gary Yoder: Red Clay”
Rising Moon
by Emily Gingrich
Which words can seize your beauty, rising moon?
You ride your circuit up across the sky.
You’re over-written, over-poetized…
Will faulty pen marks leave you minimized? Continue reading . . . “Emily Gingrich: Rising Moon”
Darren Wadel: Boundaries of Time
Boundaries of Time
by Darren Wadel
“To everything there is a season,
a time for every purpose under heaven.” —Ecclesiastes 3:1
January
and the clock stands still.
The gong of the bell swings
in the stiff, subzero breeze Continue reading . . . “Darren Wadel: Boundaries of Time”
Laurie Klein: After the Stem Cell Transplant
After the Stem Cell Transplant
by Laurie Klein
Belated news feels like warmth, one breath
through a lone trumpet heralding dawn,
evoking, deep in the bones, a sensation
of turning. Or is it tidal . . . a rising Continue reading . . . “Laurie Klein: After the Stem Cell Transplant”
The Sleep of Job
by Gary Yoder
Sleep, like a curtain concealing
An approaching whirlwind,
Comes intermittently,
Bringing a short reprieve Continue reading . . . “Gary Yoder: The Sleep of Job”
Loneliness
by Lori Hershberger
So long now have I walked with loneliness
I remember not when he first walked with me:
Silent along the avenues of all the arching years,
On roads straight through sunlit fields and rows of maples, Continue reading . . . “Lori Hershberger: Loneliness”
Spring’s Answer
by Sarah Martin
An angry Blast came blowing from the arctic;
He paused when Earth returned a soft reply.
The trees a-swell with baby buds smiled lightly,
The freshets chuckled ballads blithe and sprightly, Continue reading . . . “Sarah Martin: Spring’s Answer”
Flight
by Myra Wollman
A swirling susurration of soaring wings
Across the sky, there’s a pattern there, a message
In the way they fly, if I only knew the language…
I don’t know why but it keeps eluding me. Continue reading . . . “Myra Wollman: Flight”
Preparation
by Gary Yoder
Before I sleep,
Before this dust returns,
Before I leave myself—
This temple curiously crafted, Continue reading . . . “Gary Yoder: Preparation”
First Grader
by Emily Miller
She will travel the world,
See the sights through her mind,
Learn of peasants and kingdoms,
Tyrant leaders and kind. Continue reading . . . “Emily Miller: First Grader”