Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

  Isaiah 51:12 I, even I, am He who comforts you.  Who are you that you fear mortal man,  or a son of man who withers like grass? ...

 Little Girl and I picked flowers yesterday...(tulips and fern-leaf peony) this morning as I was writing/painting this poem her mom tex...

Oh, Source of hope divine That bids heart’s storm be still What blessed joy and peace is mine When yielded to Thy will ...

 A weekend full of stressful oh-nos and happy-yeses... oh the pains whereby we gain experience! What will today bring; no one knows...

 Busy, beautiful days... My, my, how May’s artist imparts Pure happiness to human hearts Where long the barren branch had b...