Bonnie Beldan-Thomson: Gathered to His Fathers
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”
Karen Yoder: Cut Down in Spring
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”
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”
Bryan Snyder: Silent Questions
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
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”
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
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
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”
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
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”
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
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”
Come, Seeker-friend. Come.
Beauty is eager to be embraced.
Why do many, staring vacant,
Remain oblivious? Continue reading . . . “Susan Schlabach: Come, Beauty”
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”
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” is published in Leaf 2022. Continue reading . . . “Shelia J. Petre: Perils of the Profession”
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”
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”
