Nighttime Poetry
Nighttime Poetry
that sings
in the brain
looks so banal
on day lit paper.
© Glenda Mathes
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Taking thoughts captive
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- Name: Glenda
- Location: Midwest, United States
Favorite smells: mown hay, turned earth, summer rain, line-dried laundry
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Some Published Work
Capital Commentary contributionBret McAtee interview
GPTS End Times conference
Changing of the Guard interview, Derek Halvorson
Pastor for Hawaii Church Plant
Morning Star essay
Dale Grotenhuis interview
Uncommon Debate on Common Grace
William Dembski interview
G I Williamson interview
Luther movie review
NPP Conference report
BLS Beacon
Vespers
When you and I
were in our prime,
we sat on the cool concrete step
with bare feet in dark grass
as dusk deepened.
Boys who had leaped
to snare random spurts of pale light—
squished into glowing rings on fingers—
quieted in beds.
Above our heads,
the Milky Way materialized
in a pointillistic arc
of bright blessing;
while the whippoorwill
sang vespers.
© Glenda Mathes
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My Church
24 April 2009
Nighttime Poetry
that sings
in the brain
looks so banal
on day lit paper.
© Glenda Mathes
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