"Our Inspiring April"
"Doorway" by richard lloyd cederberg
"Spring Bouquet" by Marianna Jo Arolin
"Fortune's Smile" by Rosemarie Skaine
"Sabbath" by MaryAngela Nangini
"Easter Sunday" by Jeanette Cooper
"I Am The Way" by Paul Berube
"Feather Rain Creates Emerald Glow" by Phyllis Jean Green
"Set Free" by Jerry Engler
"Music or Love?" by Linda J Alexander
"Longing" by Missy Cross
"Resurrected" by Karla Dorman
"A Sign From Above" by Jason T Goudie
"In The Shadow of the Cross" by Leann Marshall
by Rosemarie Skaine
You looked back;
slowed your step.
Full with child
and a little wild,
crossed my face.
You look back;
slow your step.
Wet torrential rains
and undaunted restrain,
crosses my face.
by Jeanette Cooper
The blessed sanctity of this Easter Sunday
Reaches out of Nazareth toward the final
Of our beloved Jesus nailed to a wooden
Decreed to death by Pontius Pilate
Our thoughts mellow with love and praise
Of the miracle impacting divine destiny’s
When three days after Jesus’ crucifixion
He rose gallantly from the dead.
Jesus’ Resurrection became the root of
Spreading to gentle folk around the earth,
Its mystery capturing hearts in spiritual
Savoring the spirituality of Jesus’ rebirth.
A new day marked religious freedom by
As billions of folks raise skyward their
Toward the heavens where God dwells
The Father of the son heinously crucified.
As we say our prayers this memorable day
We remember John 3:16 with heartfelt
“For God so loved the world, that
He gave His only begotten Son,
that whosoever believeth in Him shall not
but have everlasting life.”
|I AM THE WAY
by Paul Berube
His love is an eternal flame.
Burning paths to righteousness...
Always alive in blessed glory...
Existing for no one man
But for the measure of all
by Jerry W. Engler
The quiet time of familiar things is
sometimes what sets us free.
A quiet-time shadows the earth
as a moist spring fog rolls
over the Flint Hills,
so still in the new light
of the red rising sun
that a cow lowing her voice
from two miles away
to call her small calf
can be heard as if she
were next to you.
The booming ground soft coo
coaxes from mating prairie chickens
call you to your home
in the center of being.
To fill the lungs
in such a setting,
to feel the chill from
the dew-laden sweet growth
of the new green prairie grasses
seeping down inside the swelling chest,
to smell the breath of creation,
is to invigorate the spirit
with the touch of life's hand.
You mount your pony,
her own ears turning expectantly,
and she steps out gingerly
over the ancient stone outcrops
that have been a part of you
and those who came before you,
and your heart is set free.
|A SIGN FROM ABOVE
by Jason T Goudie
A religious poem about cloud
formations that appear holy.
A Sign From Above,
has made my tired eyes awaken.
A cloud as white as a dove,
has shown me that I was not forsaken.
It was the Holy Cross,
and from the other clouds it stood alone.
For words I was at a loss,
as I stood motionless as stone.
I slammed my eyes shut tight,
certain that it was an illusion.
Yet it was as real as daylight,
and that was my conclusion.
I wondered what it had meant,
as any normal person would.
Theories came and went,
but only one seemed good.
It must have been a mark,
A Sign From Above.
Do not live life in the dark,
but live in a world full of love.
I was not imagining things when I had
seen the giant Cross in the sky. Thank
you for showing me that you are
watching over me Lord as well as all of
my family and friends and everyone else.
|Come on--an inspirational Science Fiction book?
|Read The Starfish People by Leann Marshall
Our Inspiring April
Here in Charlotte, unpredictable March has “gone out like a lion” instead
of lamb. But we are certainly very lucky not to have the disastrous
flooding that has plagued some parts of the country. Instead, good
steady rains have helped to alleviate the long drought, and have already
brought out the lovely cherry, crabapple, and dogwood blossoms; their
new, tender leaves hovering around dark tree bark like a pale green
It is now that April, dressed in Spring finery, leads the way through one
of the most beautiful seasons of the year. The brilliance of the blue sky,
the pungent aroma of flowers and of the dewy grass, the warmth of the
yellow sun upon our skin—all do wonders for our starved senses and
help to renew us in so many ways.
Our religious holidays do these things, as well—Easter for me, in
particular, brings back many memories from distant past.
I remember my excitement in spying a bright pink, plastic egg against
soft green grass, and the way the air smelled so fresh as I scooped it up
to drop it into my basket. I remember my mother bent over her sewing
machine, hard at work to make each of her four daughters a beautiful,
special dress in lovely pastel fabrics to wear in time for Easter Sunday;
then holding my father's hand as we walked into church. Simple things,
maybe, but all of these things and much more hold very special meaning
for each of us.
I invite you to read and enjoy the wonderful work of several writers
featured here this month. They, too, are bound to inspire!
|IN THE SHADOW OF THE CROSS
by Leann Marshall
Features drawn Agony Spikes through flesh and bone and
blood spills down down Turns the baked soil red around their feet
in our minds
The soil at
They who gather
from the darkness
To be forgiven
As the thief
To find peace
To find the way
To do what’s right
from behind this
long, dark shadow
Into His Light