Toil and Grace Editor’s note: This poem is part of the Work and Hope series. Grandma said a lazy Mennonite doesn’t understand his Bible. Praying can be done Cheryl Denise November 14, 2024
After 1 Thessalonians 1:3 Editor’s note: This poem is part of the Work and Hope series. In the quiet, we humbly remember the foundation our ancestors have laid, each Shannon McKeehen October 31, 2024
Why garden Editor’s note: This poem is part of the Work and Hope series. To say grace over the swelling seed To tie a knot between the Thomas Ruth October 10, 2024
Blessed, First Editor’s note: This poem is part of the Work and Hope series. Beyond the guarded gate of Eden, Between the greened rows in my garden, Darrin W. Snyder Belousek September 12, 2024
Three Houses The walking tour of Boston stopped at the house of Paul Revere, American Revolution hero. We saw his silversmith tools and artifacts of colonial life. J. Denny Weaver July 17, 2024
Call for poetry: Work and Hope Poets! Taking a cue from a printer’s mark in the 1748 edition of the Martyrs Mirror, Anabaptist World is looking for poems on Work and Eileen Kinch | Anabaptist World July 12, 2024
Sarah and Her Men Found Isaac’s bed empty and then Abraham didn’t stumble down the steps, eyes half-shut, like he always does for my scrambled eggs and toast. Checked Joseph Gascho April 25, 2024
His body [a poem for Eastertide] His body His body hanged, unjust decree, Pierced hand and side by spike and spear, Displayed in shame on horrid tree—yet Trusting the Judge he Darrin W. Snyder Belousek April 11, 2024
O Risen One: a resurrection prayer O Risen One, I arise this day and welcome the light that awakens and the breath that sustains. Thank you for the restful darkness, and Eric Massanari | For Mennonite Church USA April 1, 2024
Poetry: Noise Hosannah a cry of happiness a joyful noise Hosannah they do not know, as Jesus does, what is to come Hosannah Britt Kaufmann March 28, 2024
Poetry: Slush In seasons of ice and slush I spend too much time looking at my feet. Cautious, worried steps in futile attempt to avoid wet feet A.S. Compton March 14, 2024
Poetry: Vessels Creation crunches beneath my toes cool and ripe and grainy mash of nuts, scat, feathers, and pinecones sifting curiosity from what I know in the Kelsi Folsom February 29, 2024
