Fine Arts: A Poem
Editor’s Note: This is the 2025 Writing Competition Grand Prize Winner in the Poetry category. I. Theatre I am a fourteen-year-old girl whose calling to
Editor’s Note: This is the 2025 Writing Competition Grand Prize Winner in the Poetry category. I. Theatre I am a fourteen-year-old girl whose calling to
As we stood together on the Wisconsin state capitol steps in chilly, huddled clusters, literally waiting on the world to change for women, we knew
All of the daughters of God can resist the patriarchal talk that undermines, teaching God’s children to play fair in church, no gender favorites and
Holy One, I come to you with shaking knees and a heavy heart. I am not a stranger to suffering, but I do not know
Editor’s Note: This is an Evangelical Press Association award winning poem. God gave me a rose, A delicate thing and beautiful, Trembling in the breath of
You wait in the shadows, skulking, they call it, but experience knows where to hide, and Lord knows you are patient. Scathing glances and pitying
You are doing what we could not do because we did what we could. This poem appeared in “What Holds Us Together: Hope that Spans Generations,”
We have put you on a pedestal, scattered petals at your marble feet. Entombed now in stone, once their warm flesh danced in Cana and
Favored is she who relies on God. She trusts without full understanding. She expects His will to
Education polishes gems Even diamonds can be polished by knowledge liberally applied with loving elbow grease and patient skill. Very patient skill. Education binds