Mary Grace Writing

Tag: christian poet

  • River

    lonely track of mudthat used to flow withwaters crystal clearwalk the bank, or stepdown into a bedcracked with care it’s a sad thing to rememberwhat was once ever presentthirst for whatflowed with fervourafter every rainfall memory doesn’t wetsandpaper tonguethat leaves abrasions behindin its searchfor life giving moisture plunge a walking stick downit teases with the…

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  • Truly Lovers Eyes

    Truly Lovers Eyes

    There is nothing quite like truthShining through the eyes of your loverStark and piercingCoated with a cast of painFrom words,Or dead,Or lack by you A gentle stabPiercing the heartWith the absolute knowledgeYou did it againIt’s your faultThat selfish flair flapped too hardAnd struck There is nothing quite like truthShinning from the eyes of your loverNow…

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  • Sing

    Sing

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  • Whisper

    Whisper

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  • Sweet Little Toes

    Sweet Little Toes

    Little toes, ten in a row Through fraying cloth, they peek

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  • Threads End

    Threads End

    Spooled thread Pulled Schooled by a needle’s eye

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  • Pause

    ‘Pause’ is one of the 36 poems in my new poetry collection, ‘Words of Weight’. Now available at Amazon as an ebook and paperback book. Or barrow it with the Kindle Unlimited program. If you have read my new book, please consider leaving an honest review. Each one is important regardless of star value, and…

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  • Six Word Story (83)

    Six Word Story (83)

    Do you know the ache of honest work? The burn of weary feet?

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  • ​Gleaning

    ​Gleaning

    Tonight I gather,picking fruits from other’s words. Gleaning,as I watch, wait, and learn. Picking of experienceto stow,safe in pockets. Like berries on a bush,tiniest of fruits. Some are bitter, some are sweet,all with bursting flavors greet. Many is the harvest ifone will gleanthe moment’s gift. ©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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  • Layers of Years

    Layers of Years

    I am privileged To watch youth fade.

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