by Desirée Uhrich Something happened to me and I will never be the same. You know what happened, Lord. I don’t need to write it down. But
Category: Observations
You Saw Me
by Karen Martin Kepner God, you saw me. I got out of the car and put on my mask. I opened the back gate of
Infant Grave
by Julie Martin Hutson, In Memorium The ground gapes, but only slightly, to receive this small one It is as though the ground were a
The final word
by Marie Duquette Dear God, Remember when I prayed to you for the family who had gathered to write victim statements for the judge during
I Never wanted to say goodbye
by Julie Martin Hutson I never wanted to pray goodbye To step away from that place where I had loved long And been loved, To
Let Your Heart Be
by Laura Martin This poem was written to those who grieve…. Who knows its places and folds, its invitations and its breaking, its memory and
