“No One Can Stem the Tide” by Jane Tyson Clement: A Book Review

I received this book of poetry from Plough Publishing. I had never read anything from Jane Tyson Clement before, but I adore poetry so I was super excited for it to come. When it arrived I immediately started cooing. Just the size and feel of it was enough to get my bookishness tingling. I love... Continue Reading →

“I am cold.”

"I am cold." "Let me warm you." And he slipped off his jacket "I am tired." "Use my shoulder." And she fell comfortably to sleep "I am sad." "Let me hold you." And she wept and was comforted "I am frightened." "I'll protect you." And he shielded her from their blows "I am lost." "I... Continue Reading →

Definitions at 1am

wistful(having or showing a feeling of regretful longing) restless(unable to relax or rest either emotionally or physically as a result of anxiety or boredom) lost(unable to find ones way, unable to cope with a situation) broken(having breaks or gaps in continuity) disconsolate(unable to be comforted) © Rachel Svendsen 2015

Time of Prayer

Teach me to stay on my knees, Not to watch the ticking clock. Teach me to enjoy our time. Make me wish the world to stop. Help me also Lord to see, When your answer finally comes, That you know what's best for me, To say, "Amen. Thy will be done." © Rachel Svendsen 2015

Joy Defined

Joy is bigger than happiness Joy is the smile of remembrance at a loved one's grave Joy is the beauty sustained when the flower wilts from the approaching winter For joy is not dependent on outward circumstances Joy is consistent contentment even when you're weeping © Rachel Svendsen 2015

The War of A and B

A and B do not agree And neither will repent In separate rooms they sit and brood Refusing to relent For A's been hurt by B you see When cruel words were flung So A retreated thence to think Upon the words that stung Oblivious to bleeding wounds B shrugged and shook his head B... Continue Reading →

The Ancient Willow

A while back, I wrote up a post entitled What Good is a Roll Without Butter? about my dear brother-in-law Jonathan and how we composed a poem over the course of two days via text message. Another while back, my husband, brother-in-law, and I were out on a jaunt in the little ol' white Honda, and composed... Continue Reading →

Merry Christmas Little Angel

Merry Christmas Little Angel, Looking down from Heaven above. Mommy's arms are aching for you, Wishing she could show her love. I know you have a sweeter view, In a painless, perfect place. Half my heart is happy for you, Half just wants to touch your face. God please hold my baby for me, Give... Continue Reading →

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