These Are Days on the Edge. We have lived through months of isolation, fear, and pain multiplied by loneliness, political unrest, senseless murder, and racism slicing through lives and opening old scars. As morning stiffness leaves me aching, I...
y"Wait" Holds the Not-Yet, Not-Now I sat silent in the newness of day, my Bible reading complete, journal open, asking the Lord what He wanted to share with me. I was feeling impatient with the pain that lingered in my back, also restless...
y This month's Poetry Prompt explores the idea of thorns. Abraham Lincoln once said, “We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.” Hope is Like a Harebell by Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)...
The Melody my muscles, joints do not agree with the cold every fibre aching as I cried out this is how the Lord responded when the pain sings listen to the melody and find Me there in the low notes the long wails staccato beat you will hear My...
INTRODUCING CHRONIC JOY'S NEW POETRY COORDINATORS We are excited to introduce our brand new Chronic Joy Poetry Coordinators, Karin Fendick and Megan Willome! Join us in welcoming them to the Chronic Joy family. Phyllis Klein...
