my dad, he calls me his little morning dove
my dad, he calls me his little morning dove
Simon of Cyrene went home that Friday evening with blood, not his own, on his shirt.
From underground, a worm hears a voice.
Sign of ash on flesh:
I am but dust but for grace.
Rise up, O Judge, come save at last,
Unbind the chained, uplift the pressed.
Can poetry or other writing really be “Mennonite”? Scholars have debated this question for decades.
When James A. Forbes Jr. has faced challenges throughout his life, he’s turned to two sources of inspiration that helped him persevere: his faith and his poetry.
