Tagged: poem

Good Friday: The Making

By Prasanta Verma   Scattered, broken particles must be remade after life on earth snaps, crushes each bone, sinew, and organ into first-born molecules Dust catches in throat— chokes irrelevancy Smeared ashes reconstruct into...

Perseverance

By Katelyn Durst When you pass through the waters,      I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers,      they will not sweep over you. When you walk...

John/Elijah

By Laura Coulter Every Saturday, by the highway near Wal-Mart, you see him standing there alone. Not much to notice about him, nothing leaps to the eye. Wiry hair gray as storm clouds. The...