scarlet. a poem.

I’m not sure what to make

of the tractor sounds

tilling rich soil for

planting and harvest replaced

by backhoes and graders

and cement mixers

so close to home

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except to say that

the scarlet

peonies on my back

porch are about to

burst.

 

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For as long as Earth lasts,
        planting and harvest, cold and heat,
    Summer and winter, day and night
        will never stop. 

Genesis 8:22 (TMV)

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this poem is dedicated to Pastor Peter Levchenko, a great sower of seeds and tender of souls in the heart of Ukraine, with Mission to Ukraine. he passed away this morning, too soon. and to all who mourn in Oklahoma. here is a photo of Pastor Peter, courtesy of World Next Door.

 

If ever there was a time for writers . . . a devotional.

If ever the world groaned for hope, it is now.

If ever the world needed writers, artists, poets, and musicians, it is now.

Even a glance through centuries past testifies to the power of artists, those sage interpreters of the soul, to draw hope from the detritus of despair and unveil rainbows from the bleak abyss of injustice.

And so, if God has called you to write . . .

. . . click here to read the full post, a devotional for writers, over at the WordServe Water Cooler!

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as surely as the sun

“Let us acknowledge the Lord; let us press on to acknowledge him. As surely as the sun rises, he will appear; he will come to us like the winter rains, like the spring rains that water the earth.” (Hosea 6:3 NIV)