This is the continuation of a devotional series I started in March about my favorite Psalm of all time. Last time, we left off with little Julianne reading “Even before a word is on my tongue, You, Lord, know it completely” in her school’s small library years ago. I used

Written by Erin Cummings Oh, how the sun of inspiration shines! Rays fall upon the artist in delight. They dance and sing and lift the mortal’s mind. What shame! The clouds have come to cast their blight. Such patient bullies– gray, mundane, and slow, They throw a net of shadow

When someone asks how I feel about Graduation, my stomach curdles. An oozing, crackling voice slips into my head to hiss, “It will all be gone. It will all be over. You will fall and shatter on the ground before you have the chance to spread your wings.” Waving the

It’s Thursday night, two o’clock in the morning and your trash can is filled to the brim with the empty cans of energy drinks. Your eyes feel like they are about to jailbreak from your skull and the world is all but a blurry mess of unending words. But hark!

I say: Don’t go. Wait until I’m gone I know the lake on which you’ll row Still waiting for the dawn We haven’t got much time So I’ll keep my words a few Darling—read these rhymes Remember I love you. You say: Truth is we all are selfish beings Riding

What once was a joyful hope and a prayer was now torn to pieces, never renewed. My heart was broken, for I felt no care. How could tears fall for what I never knew? How could I love so what I never saw? How could my heart ache for what

“Love, which absolves no one beloved from loving, seized me so strongly with his charm that, as you see, it has not left me yet. Love brought us to one death.” ― Dante Alighieri, Inferno You feel cold here, Slipping through my hands like orphan air. The chalice of your

A void fills the dorm now. Chipped paint scarring the walls: Wounds left behind by memory and decorations. Silence reigns where laughter echoed, Bouncing around the room. A single suitcase lays half-packed in One of the last dorms. A single story Half-finished Left behind like the room Wounded by love

Jesus, you felt it The jeering, The “what if”s Disciple or Pharisee, Friend or foe, didn’t Matter see ‘Cause all day, non-quitting: WhyWhatHowWho’sHe Yet you stood By what you said Dauntless, because you could Feel in your bones what we’ve only read: Every step, in His authority Every word, from

There’s a reason Why cats don’t like Having their stomachs scratched. A cat’s stomach Is soft and vulnerable, And a gentle touch Could turn into a killing blow. There’s a reason Why I like cats, Because my heart Is soft and vulnerable, And my dearest friend Could turn into my