Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

Lam.3:22-24 Through  the  Lord ’s mercies we are not consumed, Because His compassions fail not.   They are  new every morning; Great  is  Y...

Reveille Up and at ‘em Herd or scat ‘em  Hug and hold ‘em  Wash and fold ‘em  Training, teaching,  Praying, preaching  Hurting, hoping  Seei...

Mondays, especially gray ones, especially during lockdowns  can feel a bit heavy some weeks,  but it takes the ebb and flow of high and low ...

 This 'song' sort of wrote itself as the Mete-r of Mercy Renewed mesmerizes man once more... Oh, thrill of...

But if thine eye be evil, thy whole body shall be full of darkness.  If therefore the light that is in thee be darkness,  how great i...

 This poem started in my head in the night  when troubles I face and might face  took my eyes off grace...    "Watch and p...

 Wowsers, the way laundry can hatch in hampers, huh?! Oh, count your Monday blessings as a week begins again As mountains made ...