POETRY Bruce Owens, Adam Levon Brown, Sarah E. Morin, D.B Hall, Anwer Ghani, Donal Mahoney, Elizabeth Brooks, Bevan Boggenpoel, Faleeha Hass

Good Friday I can’t relate to the bunnies, though cute they are, nor colored eggs, though pretty their designs – I think of You, Lord, hangi

A flower is its own kingdom, swaying with the wind… hear how it prays, asking for nothing. Yet water from cool springs shoots up its slender stalk like a smile. The flower in its tower of splendor is never lonely. The bees visit all day, gathering grain to pollinate the world with mystery. At night, the petals are small hands that fold in on themselves and dream. This is when the flower grows eyes to see the moon high above sailing with the clouds. This is wh

Cosmos Inspection- Grabbing the cosmos by the quarks Reaching eye Focusing in on every scrumptious morsel Cobwebs hanging in the cradle of t

GOD AND HUMANITY: A RELATIONSHIP- Affection. Insurrection. Correction. Rejection of Perfection.

Lifted Higher Sometimes my sins cascade upon me like a waterfall of memories a multitude of erroneous choices unfrozen from captivity of time splashing unrelenting in an unbearable burden of guilt crushing me into a sobbing heap. Broken collapsed under the weight two nail-scarred hands gently lift me up and collect my tears "Those sins are mine now I paid for them a long time ago" In pure amazement I close my eyes and draw nearer unto him with every simple word of prayer that

The War’s Garden I am an Iraqi man. My life is postponed and my face was stolen by wars. My voice is vaporous as a shadow and my dream’s clothes are as short as a laugh. I know nothing about the beauty or the love and know nothing about Detian Falls. I don't want a colorful hat, or a golden watch. All what I want is that the water of Euphrates lives a day without blood, and that shells leave the crushed ribs of Babylon. When you visit my garden you won’t find anything but sad

A Fine Distinction- What we are not who we are matters to the world. Who we are not what we are matters when we leave it.

No More Tears, I Surrender I can’t even remember the beginning it was all a whirlwind. A one line text from my baby sister, bypass surgery on Monday. It was hard to keep up with the ins and outs, hours, days and nights turned into months. God in action left me sometimes staring not even praying. There were fears and echoes of prayers but faith brought us closer together from every corner of the globe. She was never alone, not one day or night. We witnessed poking and stickin

The way of the righteous I might be in this world, But I will not partake, Indulge in its pleasures, For heaven's sake. The good times This life has to offer, I will sacrifice to see Heaven's sacred altar. I refuse to conform To this world's wicked way. I would rather live to see Him coming on that glorious day. I refuse to be trapped In the devil's snares. I would rather submit To Him who loves and cares. The way of the righteous Leads to eternal life. The way of the wicked

My home is contaminated by war We were As a night that had lost her light bulbs We wore our disappointments Split ourselves from grief War veterans……. Moving between the blows of history Without any glimmer of victory And we became Addicted exiles Jumping between fragments Searching for a straw of hope Our land is not for us Not even our blood Our fatalities oscillating between the fingers of tyrants We Southerners Are busy preparing ourselves for departure Horrific fantasies

HAIKU Four-time survivor of blood trapped in arteries but body is free. Her sight almost gone yet her spirit keeps going strong with love in her heart. Tends to her garden as a mother would her child and thanks for blessings. Wants to sell her trees just in case God calls her home her trees will be loved. Does not really think she'll be leaving much behind; was sitter to all. Was better mother and grandmother to many children she cared for. Great loss she will be but will alw

“Singing From Hallelujah to Hallelujah” A movement of music can become so deeply embedded into the hearts of both an audience and those performing it, that it affects them for a lifetime. This holds especially true for spiritual pieces that are sung repeatedly across a lifetime and become sacred in both praise and worship, and one’s heart. At the moment they are first performed, one may or may not be affected, however, paired with a holiday they often resurrect memories durin

Tragic Accident With A Happy Ending I've heard many times through the years, "It’s always in God's time, not mine." In this story you will see firsthand how God is at work in our lives. It was only through His miraculous will that these series of incidents could occur. On New Year’s Eve 2004, as I was traveling north on Interstate 95 from St. Augustine, I saw a huge plume of smoke in the sky ahead on the Interstate. I immediately said, "Oh, Lord, I hope that’s not an acc

Who God Created You to Be Have you ever looked into the mirror with thoughts dancing around in your head about how nice it would be if you could be someone else, or if you were more like some of your friends? Thoughts like, “They seem to have it all together: good looks, good hair, flawless complexion, much taller than I, cuter figure, good in sports, sings or dances better, and more likable.” The list is endless for what we see as positives in others and lacking in us. This