Four Light Hearted Poems on Acts…

“Paul and the Levitical Pickle” A scribe sat down with ink and scroll,Intent to grasp the Gospel whole.He’d read of grace and Spirit’s flameThen Paul arrived and changed the game. “Now hold,” said Paul, “the Law was good,But Christ fulfilled it as He should.No need for goats or temple ritesJust faith and love and sleepless …

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Ode to My Modesty (Which Is Obviously Supreme)

Prompt: What’s the trait you value most about yourself? Of all my traits, both bold and bright,One shines with understated light.It’s not my charm, nor dashing grace,(Though frankly, I could win that race). It’s not my wit, though razor-sharp,Nor how I play the angel’s harp.It’s not my art, divine and grand,Or how I fix things …

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Nervous? Me? Never! …a poem.

I stepped on the stage with a confident grin, My knees only knocked from excitement within. The spotlight came on, I gave it a squint, And tripped on the mic cord (just a small hint). ~ I stood up with flair like I’d meant it that way, And coughed out a speech I’d rehearsed yesterday, …

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Calculus! …a poem

What’s something most people don’t understand? Calculus: The Great Betrayal Oh, Calculus, you gave me pain, Derivatives fried my poor brain. Integrals made me want to cry, Yet here I stand—please tell me why? You swore you’d help me every day, In useful, math-y, grown-up ways. But in the end, amidst my strife, I’ve never …

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Things that I hate to be asked – a poem.

What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain. Oh, the questions that plague my days,  The queries that set my soul ablaze.  Let me count the ways I despise,  The things that make me roll my eyes.  “Did you get a haircut?” No, I shed,  Like a golden retriever on my bed.  “Are …

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