Category: Poems
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The Battery
Read More: The BatteryMy son said bluntly, Can’t you do that yourself? (a teensy-weensy bit belligerent, second generation trademark.)
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Mr. Joosse – 1955
Read More: Mr. Joosse – 1955he was a stalwart man fierce eyes under bushy brows. here a foot there a foot as if the zeeland clay still stuck to his wooden clogs
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Mr. Joosse – 1975
Read More: Mr. Joosse – 1975My teenage son had learned to play the drums quite well.. he’d smitten the peace of our home to smithereens … keep smiling!
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A Good Friday
Read More: A Good FridayGood Friday morning. I climbed the spiraling, creaking stairs to the organ loft, young and inexperienced, I needed to practice for the evening service.
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Een Goede Vrijdag
Read More: Een Goede VrijdagGood Friday morning. I climbed the spiraling, creaking stairs to the organ loft, young and inexperienced, I needed to practice for the evening service.
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~ The Sons of God
Read More: ~ The Sons of GodThey led their sheep to a piece of land where gale-driven sand had not choked the grass
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~ Crusaders for Christ
Read More: ~ Crusaders for ChristA cry swept the land and nobles and knights kissed wives and children. Castles out of sight, they spurred their horses into a gallop,
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~ Lamech
Read More: ~ LamechThey peered over the hilltop, little boys, who’d heard their father’s whispers. Below, the tent of Lamech, a large tent
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~ Cain
Read More: ~ CainToday my strong hands dug the earth. I clawed at clusters of weed, sinewy muscles bulging, feet planted firmly in the soil. I am strong, I am Cain.
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~ Elder
Read More: ~ Eldernine o’clock monday morning Pete Grandpa of Council wise through years of selfless serving came to my study