A joy for no real reason, at least none of which I know. It started as a seed of warmth and then began to grow.

We believe in God Who created heaven and earth. We believe in God Who gave stars and moons their birth. We believe in God with

In this journey called life, My head is bent low Because of the pain, And yet I must go. God bade me move forward; “Forsake

This poem is dedicated to all the little girls and boys who can relate first-hand to the inner turmoil and conflicting emotions that abuse brings. 

If you’ve been following my last few posts, you’ve probably noticed that I’ve been writing a lot about sexual abuse.  Maybe you’re wondering why. A

We always assumed the golden cord of family ties, just assumed that golden cord was always there, binding us together, connecting us as a family,

They tried to destroy and trip me so badly  I wouldn’t get up anymore, Pushing me down in the mud and the mire Until I

*This poem was written for all the little children and women who were not believed when they disclosed their abuse experience to someone who could

My Children “The Work and Joy My Children Bring” Written on January 26, 1993   In the night I hear a cry. When I wake

(I wrote this poem as my mother lay on her deathbed.) Someday your mother, young and strong, Telling you “No” all day long, Will be

This is a poem, written by Esther Keim, after her miscarriage on Valentine’s Day, 1996. Writing this poem helped a lot with the emotional healing

We can feel it in a soft breeze. We can see it in colored leaves. We can receive it through a friend. It will be

As I was walking with Jesus, our hands were firmly gripped. We walked, talked, laughed, and cried together, And still there was the firm grip.

If some small act of mine has caused A soul to hurt, or break, or pause; If some small careless move of mine Removed the

    What does Christmas mean to me? It’s more than gifts beneath the tree It’s God’s love so rich and free Sent to this earth

The Dance of Fear We circle each other, skirting around,Edging closer, then jumping out.Slowly advancing, then swiftly retreating;It’s our little dance of fear. We want

   What Does Christmas Mean to Me What does Christmas mean to me?It’s more than gifts beneath the treeIt’s God’s love so rich and freeSent

Are we drifting along through this life kinda half way asleep,And all the sins we are committing never cause us to weep?We feel no need

Sometimes I stop and wonder why God in his merciful loveSent His only son, Jesus, down from the beautiful heaven above.Was it because our gracious

  The story behind my poem is very special to me because the Lord asked me to write it. I’m from the Amish culture, and

I remember when in days gone by When in childhood tenderly A little boy in his daddy’s lap Would hear the old story The story