It Would

It came skipping
in exuberance unchecked.
A child with something to say.

It left,
deflated.
Dismissed by the one it would engage,

and aged.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef


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Nighttime Sounds

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Creak of staircase sounds.
Eyes through spindles peering.
“I’m thirsty Mommy.”

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The clock ticks constant.
Refrigerator purring.
Air through nose louder.

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Rolling over, pops.
Rejected sheets whisper,
one more bathroom trip.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef


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Hope/Calla Press

At Calla Press, we are unashamed of the gospel of Jesus Christ and we desire to glorify His name above all else.

– SAMANTHA CABRERA, Calla Press Founder and Editor

It blessed me to be in the right online writing group at the right time to hear Samantha Cabrera’s announcement about reopening Calla Press. What a job they have done. The new website is gorgeous and the stories and voices they are amplifying do just what they claim their mission is all about. Glorifying Jesus Christ.

Calla Press is a Christian literary journal publishing articles, poetry, prose, flash fiction, creative none fiction, and photography.

– Calla Press Website

A huge thank you to the team for including my poem ‘Hope‘ in their web publications. I invite you all to head over to their website and read my piece, as well as the many other great words you will find there.

Mary Grace van der Kroef

Note: They receive submissions for the website on a rolling basis, and publish a print issue once a year. Submissions will open for that print issue in September.

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Layers

Layering,
building up of stuff.
Stuff that’s warped and ground and rough.

Bits and pieces piling
in uneven gallantry.
Mountains forming valleys as parts of She.

Terrain shifts,
rips with violent quakes.
Foretelling of eruptions coming day.

A living, growing orb.
Spewing pressures liquid rock.
Building high ranges, a guard against winds plot

As rocks form,
windward weather rages.
Jaded earth is watered, flourishes in stages.

Climb the crags,
find passes high.
Leading on to landwards slops brittle, bare and dry

Wonder past the grass lands
sheltering beneath.
Hear the whispered love songs riding on Her breeze.

Landscapes ever changing,
built by a liquid core.
Created for exploring while she lays one layer more.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef


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Love Is/Self Control/Goodness/Agape Review

I finally got up the courage to send three of my poems in for consideration at Agape Review and was very pleased to have all three accepted. The editors said my work resonated with them. It’s always great to receive feedback like that.

I invite you to read ‘Love Is‘, ‘Goodness‘, and ‘Self Control‘.

Agape Review is a new online venue I have been following since their first post. They have been pulling in some great work that reflects on the Christian Faith. If you enjoy reading reflections, poetry, fiction, and creative none fiction with a faith element, they are a must read.

Thank you to their team for giving my words a space.

Mary Grace van der Kroef


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Stealing Visits/Global Poemic

I have been following Global Poemic for some time now, as they highlight words and artwork about the worlds experiences through Covid-19. I have enjoyed the many perspectives and experiences. Each of us has dealt with the stresses in our own way. Each of us has had to find our own way to wade threw the much of the last two years. It’s not over, but I am honored to have my piece ‘Stealing Visits’ stand alongside the works of other poets and writers as we seek to highlight our individual and collective battles.

Thank you to the Curators for reading and accepting my simple, but heartfelt peace.

Note: They are no longer accepting submissions as the project was meant to only continue for short time.

We thank all the poets and artists who contributed work. Global Poemic will publish accepted poems through July 2021 and will, after that, remain live online as an archive of what we have shared.

The Curators at Global Poemic

Mary Grace van der Kroef


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Only People

Only people
the flame of soul
is all you take
to heaven, you know.

All else crumbles
to dust and ash,
but flames of soul
are made to last.

All bodies
fall away, decay.
Wrappings mortal
times earthly prey.

But flames slip
through gaping fangs.
From eternity’s
edges to hang.

Emptied hands then
have a choice.
Hellish solitude,
or gems with voice.

Only people,
treasures that last,
are worthy to store
or to Jesus’s feet cast.

© 2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef


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The Creatively Christian Podcast

A few months ago my new friend Andrea Sandefur reached out to me and asked if I would like to be featured in The Creatively Christian Podcast by Theophany Media. Well, today my episode has dropped and I am so excited to share our conversation with all of you!


“Theophany Media utilizes various forms of art, media, and technology to communicate complex Christian truths to the global church.”

  Whether you are an artist, or an art lover, a writer, a reader, an actor or just someone who loves to sit back and watch other create, I encourage you to head on over to their website and check what they are all about out. My episode can be found my following the links in the opening paragraph of this email. Or search for The Creatively Christian Podcast on your favorite podcast platform.

“Our mission is to create something that brings together intelligence and imagination, creativity and Christ, fun and faith.”

Jake Doberenz, Founder of Theophany Media

My favorite place to catch the podcast is via their YouTube channel. If you enjoy watching video of the people you are listening to, this is this place to do it! If you enjoy what you hear, make sure to share the podcast with those you think would also love it. Not just my episode either, but all of them!

Thank you everyone,
Mary Grace van der Kroef

Contempt

Crumpled paper
creased beyond repair,
cast in exasperation
from a corner, glare.

Proof of irritation
an act of my contempt
for this, my situation
for being nonexempt.

A deadness percolates
thoughts refuse growth
the thing one loves,
slowly steeped in loath.

All a point of view
mutilated page
silence feeding ghosts
rising poets rage.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef


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Hesitation

This heart has slowed,
longs to linger here,
where the past is distant,
the future unclear.

A hesitancy
to pick up life’s pace,
a straining to remain firmly in place.

Give me grace.

Unlike a crossroad
where choices must be made.
More like a settling,
a sinking in
of ways.

Smell the resignation
come wafting on the wind.
Stagnation that lingers
on boots,
and trouser hem.

Mix it with the drums.
Foreboding rhythms felt,
clashing with a heartbeat.
Wearied,
yet compelled.

Standing amid the street,
holding baggage fast.
Wondering
how long this lump in throat will last.

Change coming fast.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef


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