Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

 Don't you just love the feeling of accomplishment?!  even if it's something as common as cucumbers pickled... .....

Bent to the task of Becoming Tending to Time’s bag of tricks Leaving behind sweeps of Something Stippled with...

Where summer’s flash of flowers brims Where tasseled sash of harvest skims Then dims like daylight on the west And st...

He wore a crown of thorns He bore the cross of shame So when the heart for comfort mourns We call upon his Name Jesus, ...

At yesterday's worship-service  as we sang I was struck with an awesome rush of joy as I thought of Someday, when from the four...