Category: Poetry

Windows, a poem

Allyson

  The soul peers out to view the day, through bright, hazel windows. It sees the bright and the gray, all colors of the rainbow.   The soul searches, explores and learns, taking in all it can. Seeing God in…

A Thanksgiving Poem

In this time of true thanksgiving, I stop to think of how I’m living. Most days in pain, and not just physical. Slightly grumpy is too often typical. I do too little,¬†though I take on too much. I fall too…