An angel went down … into the pool, and troubled the water: whosoever then first … stepped in was made whole … (John 5:4, KJV)

A poem by Marci Rae Johnson

A poem by Heather Cadenhead

Sisyphus, I forgot to say that, thoughthe sun always dies before I’ve finished,and, when sweat and soil sting my brow, I’ve wishedthese weeds would be

Church bells rung candles ligted welcome offered we stand to sing …

who maketh stars to leap in the gaped black mouth of heaven …

The last thing the Gittite saw was a laughable pebble flung by a gnat of a boy …

The hate mail appeared in the church Suggestion Box …

After our home burned down in the Tea Fire, I started picking up trash on the streets …