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Mustard seed

Susannah Breaux Seaman

The kingdom of heaven is like to a grain of mustard seed, which a man took, and sowed in his field: which indeed is the least of all seeds: but when it is grown, it is the greatest among herbs, and becometh a tree, so that the birds of the air come and lodge in the branches thereof.

Ready for the go-ahead

Julianne C. Spain

When I was fourThey let me ride upon a horse,But held the reins.

Power-full

Duane Valentry

Is there a power to hold you captive,To break your heart, to cast you out,To take your all,To frustrate hope and deadenWith a storm of killing doubt?

Quod erat demonstrandum

Florence Lee Rheam

Engulfing fearshivered,said No,

Early morning prayer

Margaret H. Sullivan

This morning he hoppedon the busandred stocking cap bobbingturned and blew me a kiss.

Keeping score

Helen Louise Oehler

Are you loving some who will not love you back?

At supper with Lazarus

Robert C. Charlton

Alive again! Lazarus walking with us,Talking, eating! Four days in the grave—Dead to us.

The doing of it

Kathryn Ainsworth Grover

I, too, would actboldlyas Jesus taught.

Night flight

Susannah Breaux Seaman

I was in a Gethsemane last night—fear crowding, despair crushing—The long soul-search for a way outOf night's illusive fears and mortal threats.

Trusting God, go forward!

Marian MacLellan

Below,The snow, thigh-high,Unyielding in the winter sun.

The wedding

Doris Lubin

I do.

Jacob's prayer

Mario Tosto

Hello again.