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The Nature of War- Corrupt or Holy?A Chapter by JordanLooking 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? |
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Colour Journal PoemA Poem by AdaOriginally written for a colour study project. |
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In the StillnessA Poem by Jeremy LittonThis 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.. |
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Which Apostle Would You Be?A Story by Bishop R. Joseph OwlesThe 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 .. |
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Jitterbug FameA Poem by Alfred KukitzI'm not sure what is going on here! |
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Appalachian SymphonyA Poem by Rebecca L. SmithWhat it sounds and feels like back home. |
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3AM in AmericaA Poem by VoicesFromTheRockA poem |
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PLEASE JUST SAVE ME!A Poem by DhaVerdPLEASE JUST SAVE ME- EVERYTHING IS CAVING IN- EVERYDAY I REMEMBER MY SINS- PLEASE, WHEN WILL HEAVEN TAKE ME IN?! FOR I SEE THE DEVI.. |
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A journey within....A Poem by Introspective MindJourneying 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.. |
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Night DivineA Poem by Melinda McQueenCold and darkness Filled the whole earth. All were seeking rest, A new life, a new birth. High above, A star shone bright. .. |
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Holy WonderA Poem by Alfred KukitzThe mind of bigger things |
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Jet, cracked paint, teaA Poem by Robert RonnowThe 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.. |
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Of Judith and InannaA Poem by Robert RonnowFor 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.. |
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Under-sky sleeping, bone keepingA Poem by Robert RonnowIn the holy spotwith the sitting rockthere is oak. Outwhere humans livethere is shagbark hickoryand maple.Ants climb the rock.August, and young birdsa.. |
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ImmigrationA Poem by Robert RonnowI like immigrants, immigration. Legal immigration,Jane passionately corrects. Actually my goal is a borderless world.That's a new idea to her.Gatherin.. |
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Not like a figwortA Poem by Robert RonnowNot 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 .. |
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