That stone, hewn for mortal sadnessFrom the dust to dust returnedWaiting to entomb all gladnessLife eternally inurned. That stone, lit by day’s last sunlightWelcomed agony’s remainsTears that dimmed His Mother’s eyesightMingled with its life-blood stains. That stone held in death’s great conquestFor three days God’s vanquished Love.Hope with blood drained from his pierced chestFor salvation…
This third poetic entry to The Artist Within series is by 11 year old Quinn Peacock Brush, a budding and gifted creative writer. Quinn is a sixth-grader at the Denver School of the Arts. Composed as a class assignment, Quinn’s poem is inspired by one of the same name by one of her favorite poets…
Summertime is one of Janie Piemonte’s favorite songs. Before you read her lovely poem below, pause for a few minutes to dwell with George Gershwin’s beautiful tune. Close your eyes and listen to the lilting melody played on the piano and violin. Then with eyes open, listen again as you read Janie’s verse, her hopeful…
I’m not much of a poet, but I felt compelled to write this poem almost a year ago, during the height of the pandemic, while waiting for the arrival of our daughter, Georgie, who is almost 10 months now. With a full heart, we took this pic together on our first family vacation to Newport,…
“Holed Up for a Year, I Hope…” Holy Week blog post from Bishop Susan Goff The beach after a storm is a place of wonders. With a mixture of anticipation and trepidation, I get up before dawn on the morning after a storm in order to be outside as the sun rises. I find A tree trunk…
“Holed Up for a Year, I Hope…” Holy Week podcast from Joani Peacock Dear Lord, Let me linger among the alleluias, at least for a little while. It is Easter Monday morning and I am much hungover from Holy Week. I am a very sleepy preacher. Bells are still ringing. Choirs are still singing. And…
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