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For the Cross

For the Cross

A Poem by Dear Aurth,


Was in my church worshiping .... I got this ... Be in faith that binds us all ....
Party

Party

A Poem by Johanna


"It was a late late night..looking like a ghost in the light.."
ONE SUNDAY 1962

ONE SUNDAY 1962

A Poem by Terry Collett


A BOY AND GIRL ONE SUNDAY IN 1962
APPLE ORCHARD 1962

APPLE ORCHARD 1962

A Poem by Terry Collett


A BOY AND GIRL IN AN APPLE ORCHARD IN 1962
Beginning

Beginning

A Poem by Jesse Pruett


It says the beginning of the week, and the beginning of the day.
Sunday Mornings

Sunday Mornings

A Poem by Gee


An overview of a typical Sunday morning
Day 9

Day 9

A Chapter by Willem Gray


Day 9 Today is a Sunday. I dread Sundays. I used to dread them when I was much younger, because of the hour or so I was forced to sit with a bu..
Sunday Song

Sunday Song

A Poem by Nadia_2


I think on Sunday,We are all the same.The clock stops ticking,And we can enjoy the gentle rain.I think on Sunday,The sun shines a little brighter.The ..
Ode To Sunday

Ode To Sunday

A Poem by Doodley


A simple ode, written in a simple minute.
Sunday morning

Sunday morning

A Poem by james l navas


ding dong the church bell chimesla la the choir boy rhymes,amen the preacher leadsbegging he upstairs forgive our evil deeds,babe in the corner scream..
CHAPTER SEVEN - THE BLACK HOLE OF SIN

CHAPTER SEVEN - THE BLACK HOLE OF SIN

A Chapter by Peter Rogerson


A recollection from childhood of a small boy's terror in a dark place
DIY

DIY

A Chapter by Solar


shelf life
sheets of night sky

sheets of night sky

A Poem by hdean


It is Sunday morning, and it is 4 am. I have always found choral music to be extraordinarily peaceful It’s like my soul has b..
Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning

A Poem by Jane Doe


You rise from your bed, the very thing which lulled you to sleep as you lie awake in the early hours of the night, as the black night sky infiltra..
Labrador in the Window

Labrador in the Window

A Poem by Emily Livengood


The large window with the indigo, radiant, natural light beamingthrough revealing the inside of the living room that contained a bedwith a golden stee..
Sunday

Sunday

A Poem by L.D.


warm glows on a bedroom windowsore muscles in a sleepy dazewiping away rest from my eyesI brace for monotonyI change but Sundays don'tthe look in my e..
shaming the birds

shaming the birds

A Chapter by Lyn Anderson


sometimes the muse just takes you for the ride
Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning

A Poem by Mitch


Taking in a perfect moment

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