Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

Mark 9:36-37 36 Then He took a little child and set him in the midst of them. And when He had taken him in His arms, He said to them, 37 “...

I LOVE September mornings, where shadows sprawl, tall across the waking land... This, along with the memories of Lucy that people share help...

Yesterday I was so touched and astounded by the eager astuteness of our Sunday School kids age Gr.1-3, as they answered the questions they w...

  My mother gave all of her siblings and children a 'book' binder for Christmas; a story she has been writing for over a decade that...

Just as the constant surge of water shapes the shore so our words and deeds shape so much more... Two years ago we were enjoying the stunnin...

 What/Who are you reading these days? As I read this post by Dr. Alan K Snyder  I was suddenly struck anew by how deeply we are in...

Writing poetry has given me the smallest of glimpses  into what a teacher or pastor must struggle with daily... downsizing large topic...

You slip through us and trip us up or guide the seeking heart You turn us to the right or left, build up or tear apart And n...