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Poems by C D D

poem count: 20 | pages: 3 | second place: 3 times | finalist: 5 times
In the Wake of wOKe
Political poem that is inspired by Isaiah 5:20 - Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!

The Price Well-Known (Triolet)
Written in Triolet form. Simple style but challenging to write and still flow well. Praise God for His willingness to pay the well-known price. 1 Peter 1:18-23

BRING GLORY TO HIS HOLY NAME second in poetry contest
Each year my New Year's Resolution seems to be the unattainable goal of bringing glory to His Holy name. Each year I fall short, and each year I try again.

Thankful Ebenezer Tradition (Golden Tags)
I wanted to capture a tradition my family and I started a little over a decade ago with Thanksgiving and Christmas. Sometimes it's been tough to look through the tags because not all were always seen as positive--they were also significant events.

Unchosen Graves
It's an Ode to War Veterans placed in time at the end of WWII. Give honor to whom honor is due, and praying for The Lord's soon return.

Walk Within the Light finalist in poetry contest
When the God of second chances extinguishes hopelessness with grace and love. John 1:5 And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.1 John 2:8 ...because the darkness is past, and the true light now shineth.

Our God Is Always Previous (Quatern)
God is and has always been. He's past, present, and future. The Great I AM. He knows and meets our needs before we ever realize we need them...Isaac's Ram, the cruise of oil, the smooth stones for David, and Christ for all of us.

Rest (Quatern) finalist in poetry contest
Matt 11:28-30 Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.

The Love Letter
A poem of Evelyn, my 12 year old daughter.