An enduring poems for every season. When I was twelve, I had words on my notebooks. Between the pictures of book covers, Disney characters I taped up my favorite poems:  is all beauty, a hymn of pleasure always for me,…

Thy Name      She breathe thy name; High spirit in the sound;   Her soul will take courage from thine; because we are called thereupon.   Time and chance happen to all of us; But the dusk is the…

    Dearest Pastor, You are always there to help us when we needed you. We wholeheartedly want to say thank you for answering our Heavenly Father’s Call. To thank you for your giving time, When things seem too tight.…

I am part of the load Not rightly balanced I drop off in the grass, like the old Cave-sleepers, to browse wherever I fall.

**The following poem is an original by Rumi as translated by Coleman Barks Who Says Words With My Mouth?   All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am…