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The Nature of War- Corrupt or Holy?

The Nature of War- Corrupt or Holy?

A Chapter by Jordan


Looking at the idea that war is a holy crusade, of good guys vs bad guys.. But is it really holy or is there something more insidious?
Colour Journal Poem

Colour Journal Poem

A Poem by Ada


Originally written for a colour study project.
In the Stillness

In the Stillness

A Poem by Jeremy Litton


This is a small poem simply about the inward struggle that I face with my relationship in Christ and how it is in the stillness I am reminded who I am..
Which Apostle Would You Be?

Which Apostle Would You Be?

A Story by Bishop R. Joseph Owles


The last time I did CPE, one of the assignments was to state which one of the twelve Apostles I was and why. Everyone went for Peter and John and ..
Jitterbug Fame

Jitterbug Fame

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz


I'm not sure what is going on here!
Appalachian Symphony

Appalachian Symphony

A Poem by Rebecca L. Smith


What it sounds and feels like back home.
PLEASE JUST SAVE ME!

PLEASE JUST SAVE ME!

A Poem by DhaVerd


PLEASE JUST SAVE ME- EVERYTHING IS CAVING IN- EVERYDAY I REMEMBER MY SINS- PLEASE, WHEN WILL HEAVEN TAKE ME IN?! FOR I SEE THE DEVI..
A journey within....

A journey within....

A Poem by Introspective Mind


Journeying to inner soul reveals newer and newer images of own wishes, failings, deeds and follies and it takes different paths that has never been dr..
Night Divine

Night Divine

A Poem by Melinda McQueen


Cold and darkness Filled the whole earth. All were seeking rest, A new life, a new birth. High above, A star shone bright. ..
Holy Wonder

Holy Wonder

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz


The mind of bigger things
Jet, cracked paint, tea

Jet, cracked paint, tea

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


The clouds take a little blue from the skybeyond, how beautiful the weather makes lifeseem. The sky is where the soul goes whenthe mind runs out of de..
Of Judith and Inanna

Of Judith and Inanna

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


For the accountant, the librarian, on this cold daythere is no revelation. He will go his own wayto the roar of the tinnitus in his ears.About our war..
Under-sky sleeping, bone keeping

Under-sky sleeping, bone keeping

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


In the holy spotwith the sitting rockthere is oak. Outwhere humans livethere is shagbark hickoryand maple.Ants climb the rock.August, and young birdsa..
Immigration

Immigration

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


I like immigrants, immigration. Legal immigration, Janepassionately corrects. Actually my goal is a borderless world.That's a new idea to her.Gatherin..
Not like a figwort

Not like a figwort

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Not like a figwort but not an aster, either. Could he be a buttercupwith sepals, no petals, but sepals like petals? Alan is a bluebeech,an ash if his ..