Help Us

For Christmastide, Michelle’s poem: Help Us Save us now, God’s chosen race, From this unglorious Sinister place. A mean allotment Is our view From sin, distraction, Bereavement too. Save us now, By Your mighty hand, Lead us now To your chosen land. Dismay,...

Giving Thanks

We wish all a happy Thanksgiving! We share this original poem* from my daughter Michelle, whose gratitude, confidence, and hope I greatly admire: Thanksgiving The night is fleeing ‘ere we leave the banquet hall. A little turkey, some stuffing here, Rolls and...


After she and I began studying Latin again, Michelle started writing poetry again. Fascinating to me, this is her latest: Measured Pray thee sister lend a hand, Quaint and rustic this chosen band. Afar the moon doth turn … Above the ground it burns. Pray little...

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