Tag: poetry
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papaw’s garden // a poem
When I think of my grandfather, I think of his garden. Rows planted each spring in the soil by hand, grown by prayer, never fertilizer. No special equipment nor magic touch. Just faith, simple, trustworthy, true, which brought plentiful harvests, plucked from the ground of his hometown, canned and faithfully distributed to the community. Just faith…
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the well // an advent poem
what you never hear about Eden was the water, the flowing streams that promised life yet Eve, that first woman, was never thirsty, nor bleeding. yet, among the water, grew a tree. one of many in that garden but long before that thick-skinned fruit was plucked from it, stolen from it, it grew among the…
McNeeley Ann 