“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 …
What's your #1 priority tomorrow? My number one priority, let’s be frank, Is not to be charming, nor clever, nor thank The stars for my blessings, nor ponder deep thought— It’s just to ensure that I’m not yet un-bought. For while others chase dreams, like a Nobel or fame, My only true goal is to …
Image generation by WordPress Ai. In shadowed halls where silence stays, And light withdraws its gentle gaze, I walk alone through drifting years, My footsteps echoing with tears. ~ No hand to hold, no voice to hear, Just ghostly thoughts that linger near— The laughter lost, the touch grown cold, A thousand memories grown old. …
What Olympic sports do you enjoy watching the most? The Art of Flight: Ode to Men’s Gymnastics Beneath the arena’s blazing light, Where sinew meets the air in flight, They rise with fire, precise and stark— The artists of the rings, the vault, the bar. The floor explodes in tumbling waves, A storm of strength …
Image generation by WordPress Ai. The poem "Reach for Infinity" is a stirring ode to ambition, perseverance, and the boundless potential of the human spirit. Hopefully, the poem encourages readers to transcend their limitations and aspire to greatness through vivid imagery and emotive language. It celebrates the indomitable spirit of those who dream and encourages …
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When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up? Image generated by WordPress Ai. I seem to remember, and it was a long time ago, that I wanted to be a doctor at five years old, or was it an engineer, or maybe a fireman? Anyway, as I was very …
What is your favorite type of weather? The Gift of Every Season March 2025 I love the breath of early spring,When blossoms dance and songbirds sing.The world awakens, fresh and bright,As golden sun reclaims the light. Then summer hums with warmth and cheer,Long, lazy days, skies crystal clear.The scent of earth, the buzzing bees,Soft whispers …
What is one word that describes me? A whisper sought, a question spun, What single word, beneath the sun, Could capture all, the shadowed, bright, The tangled threads of day and night? A restless soul, a searching gaze, Through winding, ever-shifting maze, A heart that beats, a mind that flies, Reflected in uncertain skies. Is …
Write a letter to your 100-year-old self. Dear Joseph A century spun, Joseph, a life complete, Now hushed in slumber, where shadows meet. No breath you draw, no sun you feel, Just echoes softly, the years reveal. A hundred rings, a whispered name, Through fields of memory, a flickering flame. The touch of time, a …
