Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

Money, for all it may posses Can never buy us happiness *** Money, for all that it may boast Can’t buy the things that mat...

When I slip-stumble and my not-so-humble side is vexed When plans I made are rearranged and My Loud Word is spurned Then I c...

This morsel of being wide-eyed for a while With wonder of beauty and purpose of life Labors through our bearings ...

Winter sings of simple things   A hymn of home-sweet-harmony Of snow-capped nook, of storybook And a slow-savored cup of t...

We are earth’s witness-bearers to the handiwork of God He hangs upon the heavens for our pleasure, shades of dusk And on the...