Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

For the last while on Sunday mornings our teaching messages have been from 1 John, and have kindled many a meditation of both somber evaluat...

 'A poem should never be centered' Victoria told me yesterday morning (something she learned in the poetry class she took in her pre...

Deut.29:29 (the theme verse for Lucy's funeral message) “The secret  things belong  to the LORD our  God,  but those  things which are  ...

Oh, the undeterred momentum of moments no one can faze It sparkles through our bearing to a world of yesterdays It vexes rhyme-dazed poets a...

I've been muddling away at this poem,  originally begun to celebrate the first day of spring, but life and love made this a slightly  mo...

In the course of my prayer this morning,  what-ifs suddenly tried to force their way in, seeking to overthrow trust with doubt, faith with f...

Whether our children are babies, adolescent, teen, or adult a mother's love is beyond spelling... fierce and tender, firm and gentle, sw...

After this poem was written, I realized that it was in a sense a reply to some of the last words shared by Lucy on Instagram... Today marks ...