Autumn smells sweet when it rains “You’ll catch your death”, she screamed at me from a gaping doorway. All the faster I ran If I could catch my death, keep it safe, put it away, I would always know where … Continue reading &#859…

Just because we’re Christians
It doesn’t always follow
That we will always hit the peaks
And not fall in the hollows
For life is there to trip us up
We’re not immune from pain
But with the help of Father God
We can be raised…

Come here My child and listen
To what I have to say
It’s time to make decisions
About what game you play
You’ve had so many warnings
About what is to be
But still you stumble in the world
Instead of knowing me.
The evil one will rampage
…

She has beautiful feathers
She grows with time
She dies at times
She stays forever
She never let’s go even when others do
She is for everyone
She lives everywhere
She is everywhere
She’s trustworthy
She’s loved

There is pain..
Pain everywhere
Pain in my heart
Pain in my blood
Pain in my life
Pain in my existence
Pain from love
Pain from memories
Pain from growing
Pain out of pain

Come to Me you weary
Wealthy , poor or sad
Maybe you are angry
Perhaps you have been bad
That’s why I sent Jesus
A sacrifice for sin
Which meant that through His perfect blood
You could commune with Him.

You’ve had the chance to ask Him

Come, Holy Spirit, come in power
You wish us all to bloom and flower
Fill us now with all we need
Change us, as on You we feed.

Help us concentrate on You
Waiting for Your point of view
Show us where we need to change
Our priorities,…

Half a league, half a league, of Valu-Rite Vodka,
Half a league of cheap booze onward, yo
All in the valley of Compton
Rode the low rider:
‘Forward, bro!
Charge for the guns’ he said:
Into the hood
Rode the bloods and the crips.
‘Forward, bros!’
Was there a dawg dismay’d ?
Not LaDarius or Martel 
Some one dissed the colours, yo:
Theirs aint no how, nowhere, shit,
Theirs aint no reason, nowhere, [...]

Your life’s beset with worrying
About the endless queue
Of things that just don’t turn out right
Especially for you
Do you feel you’re got at
That God just doesn’t care
Perhaps you’re really on your own
Because He isn’t there.

…

Prayer is something that we do
Putting trust in unseen hands
We have faith, but only if
God concedes to our demands
Answering our shopping lists
Full of thought’s that we concoct
Wonder why they are not met
Why are they so often blocked?

…

The canal is a waterway, wide and sedate
It carries the careful, who are willing to wait
For God’s perfect blueprint to keep them afloat
The channel is narrow, but wide is the boat.

It’s easy to drift, being stopped by the weed
Confining your rudder, you’re scuppered indeed
Aground in the…

Toronto’s annual celebration of the written word may be done for the year, but it’s not too late to discover some of its hidden gems.

Another Word on the Street festival has come and gone, and its predictably delightful array of book and magazine publishers, compelling presentations, and roasted corn trucks are once again behind us. In case, for some reason, you opted to stay indoors on a perfectly summery Sunday afternoon or, gasp!, spent your day elsewhere, Torontoist was there [...]

Flickr: Tag Poetry Find poetry in the tags used to index blogs and websites. I think it’s more about finding (and screen capturing) the right tags than writing them yourself (that would be too easy). But, you could write them. Make it look random and keep them alphabetical as if you just found them somewhere, [...]

The choice is simple, the world or me
Treasure on earth or eternity
Advance My kingdom, by My hand
Or spread your seed on barren ground
Do you put your trust in Me
Or a dying force you cannot see
To you, have I not proved Myself
Kept you solvent, in rude…

WHERE: House of Lancaster (Bloor and Margueretta streets) WHEN: Saturday, 11:26 a.m. (top) and 11:45 a.m. (bottom) WHAT: Billed as “the largest poetry reading in history,” 100,000 Poets for Change takes place in venues across Toronto, and in countries around the world today. Toronto poets started with breakfast and readings at the House of Lancaster, [...]

The recent selection of Philip Levine, an avid tennis player, as America’s poet laureate put me in mind of Robert Frost, and not only because Frost cleverly dubbed free verse “tennis without the net.” Rather, Frost’s poetry includes a line that beautifully captures the appeal of sports at its most compelling.
In “Two Tramps in Mud [...]

The rubbish presses on your back
As you head for the cross
The things that fill your heavy sack
You’re desperate to toss
The burden of your sinful life
Is weighing on your mind
But soon you’ll drop it on the ground
And leave your sins behind.

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Corded muscles and a tight-lipped grin “I’m listening,” says the set of your shoulders. Oh, it’s not listening I’d like from you. My tongue slipping along your jawline unbuttoning, unbuckling, unzipping. I undo you. As I undress you, your eye…

There was vibration a gentle buzz from head to toe when I heard your voice when I felt your arms around me It was at once more than lust and less than love of a different sort I don’t remember … Continue reading → . . . → Read …

Jesus is the yeast of life
Without Him, things go flat
And growth is nigh impossible
Can you imagine that?

Jesus is the salt of life
He gives us all, the tang
To make a difference in our midst
And things go with a bang.