Poetry Where You Live Poetry and photo site with over 1,650 poems and 660 pictures, along with many links. At least 500 of my poems are faith based. Member of United Methodist Church. Statistics Unique Visitors: Total Unique Visitors: Outgoing: Total Outgoing: 0 0 40 2013

Articles from Poetry Where You Live

Two Plates 2007-07-22 14:16:00 Her hands extended,strain of the weight at the end of eachoffering platesfull of our meager giftshands held outstretchedMirroring the wooden crossmounted to the back wall of the chancelEchoes of the unspoiled hands,in offeringnails piercingthose outstretched handsa priceless giftnever to be repaidImagery captured in the July sunthis morning, as she lead usin the Lord’s PrayerJuly 22, 2007 15:13The Reverend Lori EldredgeWesley United Methodist Church,Concord, NH July 22, 2007 ...

The Essential Thing 2007-07-22 07:36:00 Busy, busy lives,moving from task to tasklists and messages, and calls,a barrage of things, things to captureour attention, our energy, our momentsBut the essential thing, the better wayoften lost in the noise, the commotion,the doing of the daily grind, pulledin so many directions, little thingsSpending time to stop, to lose ourselves,to listen to the Master’s words, to hearthe still small voice, the lessons writtennow that he is gone, raised upto pause from the day to dayand focus on the essential thingJuly 22, 2007 8:31Luke 10:38-42Mary and Martha ...

Team Sport 2007-07-19 20:49:00 Christianity is a team sport,so the pastor said that morning from the pulpit.Sometimes it can feel lonely, different from thatin the congregation. With gifts of poetry,gifts of prophesy, it can anyway.He spoke of the life of the Christian,of quiet time for prayer, alone in our closet,time for bible study, for immersing in the wordthe lessons of the living God.But there is the need for together time,for time in the spirit with fellow believers,in group study, in conversation, in service.In communion, in the sanctuary, the soup kitchen,the prison, the office, the marketplace of ideasWe grow best, in the company of Christians,learning together the humble service we are called toto follow the example of the creator,the savior, the Son and the FatherJuly 19, 2007 21:49Started March 4, 2007.Philippians 3:12-4:1Sermon “A Race Everyone Can Win”by Rev. Peter Hey, 3/4/07 ...

Offering 2007-07-19 20:39:00 A small token, a tithe, or lessgiven to the provider, the creatorin acknowledgement of the provided;a living ritual of the faithful,more than the coins, the bills, the checks,is the act of offering, the giving backthe returning to serviceof the gifts givenmoney for the coffers,more the giver than the receivingto thank the providerfor the provisionof our needsJuly 19, 2007 21:38 ...

Under the Stars 2007-07-19 20:28:00 Laying back in the canoeout in the middle of the lakenorthern MaineJune, maybe Julymore than thirty years agoa magical pure moment in timegazing at the pallet of the sky,the arc of the domeseparating the sky from the void beyonda shape to it, even my mind could comprehendgrasp the enormity of the universea million stars or more lit for me to seeto experience this nowso long agoon a lakeunder the starsJuly 19, 2007 21:28 ...

Trout for Breakfast 2007-07-19 20:24:00 The smell of the brook troutpercolated out from the tin foil,the butter and lemon joiningthe fresh catch, cooking in the edgeof the campfire,readying our breakfastafter a nap in the early morning lightlost in this moment of memory,sensing it even in the momentthis would be something to treasurea bit of joy in the morningon the edge of the lakebeside the tent and the canoewaiting for the catch to be readyTrout for breakfastJuly 19, 2007 21:24 ...

In the Candle’s Flame 2007-07-19 20:17:00 I sat transfixed, enthralled,entranced in the gripthe allure, the beautythe magic in the flickering flameslowly consuming the wick,the wax, dripping down its glowingstem, drizzling, spilling overthe edge of the precipice,tumbling, cooling, slowingon the fall to earth, under the spellof the law of gravitycoil of blackened wick,pool of liquid waxenraptured by the blue, the yellow,the white hot of the flamedancing in the wisps, the chills,the changing of the airaround the candle on the tableliving flame destroyingin fantastic energyburning brightJuly 19, 2007 21:17 ...

A World Came Alive 2007-07-19 15:36:00 The jetty changed, when the tide came inturned its course and headed out once moreThere were pools, caught between the rocks,where barnacles fanned their tongues into the warming watertiny snails marched across the sandy floor,little forests of corals swaying above them,anchored on their hard shells,trees of seaweed towered to the top of the pool,bent across the skin of the waterhermit crabs darted into the light and back to the safetyof the side of the pool, under the rocks once morea world came alive, became visible to me,in the time after the tide started going outand the ebb of low tideJuly 19, 2007 16:35 ...

I Could Picture His Face 2007-07-19 15:09:00 A quick phone call, a recognition of his voiceinstantly I saw his face, the look of his countenancehis bearing, his affect (or the lack there of),amazing how the mind recalls, sees without seeingmemory so clear, so sure, just how he looksI could picture his face, as if he were in the room with menot miles away, months ago since we last talkedfunny how much we remember, little details,of hands, of skin, of sounds, of scents that triggera cascade of images, of textures, of certaintyan amazing thing to ponder, on a rainy afternoonin the quiet of the office, after hanging up the phoneJuly 19, 2007 16:09 ...

A Greater Ease on His Face 2007-07-19 14:27:00 I saw a change, a difference;yes, there was still a hint of hesitance,that has been there for a whilea sense of the hurt he carriesstill heavy on his soul;But a change in his facean easing of the muscles,a broader smile, breathing free air.So different than the day,I caught his furtive glance,his hunched shoulders,sunken frame,when he was cagedboxed in, at another’s will,unable to help his family.Placed there by lies,callous harm hurled his wayby one who claimed loveonce upon a timeNow he remains,at the mercy of others, in part;But he stands erect, transformed, changedin more ways, to walk a different pathto grow in word and waysto bring his changed soulto others in needBearing witness to the waysGod has changed him,ForevermoreJuly 19, 2007 15:26 ...

In the Courtyard of the Church 2007-07-17 22:57:00 In the courtyard of the church,the little used, enjoyed,quiet space within the four wallshalls of the churchA wonder of color, of brilliant colorof peace and reflection, of newnessand life, birds and bees,flowers and treesNeeding tending and caredrink in the fragrant airA bee alights on the bloomlike a bride and groomIn the quiet of the courtyardof the churcha dance of creation at workbringing more bloomsin the springJuly 19, 2007 14:54 ...

In Praise of Weeding 2007-07-16 13:06:00 Rich loam between my fingers,grip of stems, roots, balls of grasspull up through the rain drenched soilsmell of the mulch, the grass,the water from heavenA patch cleared of the unwantedweeds pulled out of the gardenseparated from the wheat,the chaff for burninga wonderful closeness to natureto God’s lessons for usthrough the work of my handspulling weeds in the gardenJuly 16, 2007 14:04 ...

The Majesty of God; the Intimacy of God 2007-07-16 08:01:00 “As I gather with many Christians, I experience the Majesty of God;as I share in a small group of Christians I experience the Intimacy of God.”So ended the wording of our lead pastor in his email to the Church Council of July 10, asking each of us, “Can you help me?”, as we discuss changing the church calendar to a single morning service, with time for more adult bible study and Sunday School opportunities between an 8:00am Communion service and a single traditional service at 10:15am.I don’t know how many of us have answered the email; but I know that some of us have some difficulty with these concepts, in our own experience within the life of this church, within the small group opportunities that we have been able to share.My belief, for what it is worth, is that we need to be able to say AMEN! to both of those statements, at least once and awhile. Many of the poems God has given me come out of the Majesty of God and the Intimacy of God. And much of that HAS been felt withi ...

The Good Samaritan 2007-07-15 20:25:00 We Lawyers Are Good For Somethingby Raymond A. Foss, Esq.July 15, 2007Wesley United Methodist Church, Concord, NHLuke 10:25-37I guess it is type-casting, or that is how Byron called it when I reminded him that I needed to do the sermon on the story of the Good Samaritan. After all, it started with an attorney… Again. It began in Disciple I, with Pastor Joel presiding. He said he had never spent that much time in the Old Testament with an attorney. We would have discussions on the meaning of the law, how our current law flows from the Old Testament laws, rules, etc. A lawyer was of good station, as they were experts in Mosaic law and the law of Moses was central to a people governed by a theocracy for much of its history.When we got into the New Testament, the role of the law and the role of lawyers got a little different, [Pause] and Jesus had a few things to say about it.In Matthew 22, we read: the story of The Greatest Commandment “34 Hearing that Jesus had silenced the Sadducee ...

1,400 Poems 2007-07-12 21:46:00 Another one hundred reached, 1,400 poems posted to the blog ...