Poetry
Poem: 'LIFE' by Dorothy Dempsey
Every day is a new day in our lives. When we go to bed, and night folds its quiet over us. And as we drift into sleep On a lazy afternoon. We never know when our life will end. What we do know is that there is a God. And
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Poet-academic Airea 'Dee' Matthews named provost of Bryn Mawr College
The 53-year-old former Philadelphia Poet Laureate, known for two award-winning books, co-chairs the school's creative writing department.
Poem: SUNSHINE AND DAYLIGHT
When you wake up to the sunshine beaming through your window. You rejoice to see it, and thank God for it. Sometimes we forget about the beautiful gift from God. We often take for granted all our God given gifts. The rain that takes away the sunshine, But makes our
Poem: THE LIFE WE LIVE
Dorothy Dempsey's latest, on the necessary intersection of life and love in the modern world.
Poem: THE BEAUTY OF WORDS
Dorothy Dempsey's latest verse, on the power of the creative voice.
Poem: A LIFE WORTH LIVING
Every life is a life worth living. A special gift from God. No matter what the circumstances. It must be held in high regard. There are many battles in life. That makes you stumble and fall. But the will of God makes you stand up tall. For the life you
Poem: 5:30 MASS
Melissa Menny in verse on the struggles of a Catholic woman in an age of rank uncertainty.
Poem: THE WORLD THAT WE LIVE IN
Dorothy Dempsey on shifting sands and the void of hope in a troubled American moment.
Poem: ALTAR CALL
You call her down to the altar to pray for her while placing an A on her wardrobe. You see a sin that needs rectifying. An error in her ways and a light that is dying since she's alone, clutching a womb. She's in a room
Poem: PEACE ON EARTH, LET THE ROOSTER CROW
Oh Lord, let us repent from sin. We are plagued by temptation every single day. Some days are bright, and some are dark and dreary. It seems like fog settles over the land. As the rooster crows. Because even the rooster knows the time is not right. When the time