Heal the Corona Plague
A poem for asking the Lord to heal us from the plague of Corona.
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A poem for asking the Lord to heal us from the plague of Corona.
It took a virus to quiet the world. For one second, we are listening. Lord, help us to hear you.
We Are Together!
In a season of illness and struggle, the eagle came to remind us of a strength that is not our own. A strength from the everlasting God of Isaiah, the Creator who never grows weary.
In appreciation for all of our veterans, a poem from I'm Still Breathing, So It's a Good Day by Rev. Eric Verhulst. Eric is a retired Navy chaplain and current Veterans Affairs chaplain.
This past summer Klaaske deGroot-deKoning worked as a cook at Rehoboth camp at Gull Lake, Alberta. Rehoboth offers camps for people with disabilities, and she was inspired to write this poetry.
A poem by Gloria Kroeze.
My hope is that you will enjoy that release of wonder somehow in the coming days, either through poetry or music or a reading of Scripture that will enable you to penetrate the truth of Easter more deeply and to embrace it more passionately.
Two verses for teachers on the cusp of summer.
I wanted to share with this community a poem that I have written on The Belhar Confession.
Hamza was part of a group of people from three different CRCs who attended Ecumenical Advocacy Days in Washington DC. Hamza wrote this poem about his experience at the conference.
Country singer icon and Christian Johnny Cash was a prolific poet. Cash was not a bad theologian either. He bore it all for me...and you...
Here's a poem sent to Disability Concerns to remind us that we need to bring what is hidden out in the open so that love can abound.
I was up on a hill, tethering at twilight. The sweet-smelling grass that was neatly raked in rows. The tractor’s tether tips were messing with all their might, When suddenly a winsome wonder came into sight...
Mountains. Walls of rock everywhere. Grey, brown, black or blue. Close up or far away. Every time I set out to paint the landscape of my mind. Mountains crop up...
The darkness is strong. It has presence. I can feel it.