Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

James 1:17 Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting ...

Jim and I are approaching our birthdays-season, kindling tender reflection. Jim is entering a new decade on Saturday💓🙏 Once upon a time ou...

The innocence of tot... The sacred charge of we Who train their tender chain of thought By what they hear and see... (below, the beginning o...

Nothing in life stays the same for long, does it?! Seasons change. People change. Change is constant but something I read this morning remin...

  This poem was inspired in part as I inhaled a fresh, new August morning, and in part as I marveled at the beauty of God's eternal Word...

One thing we learn over and over is no matter how important planning is, and no matter how meticulously each detail is addressed, or each pr...