by Mella Davis | May 5, 2022 | Poetry
Mama Economics Here’s a poem that reminds us about how mothers keep the world spinning Tell her how much you appreciate her.Artwork by Jo Scott Mama knew how to stretchBeans and rice,Chicken and dumplings,Cornbread and beans,in times both tough and lean. Take to the...
by Mella Davis | Apr 18, 2022 | Poetry
Easter Morn’ Toast The preacher growledlike a lionbiting at his whipThe Holy Spiritwas astirrringand he was about to let it rip. Then up from his gutcame a soundthat nothin’ this side of Hellcould keep down. He said,“the Lord rose on Easter morn’we know its the...
by Mella Davis | Apr 17, 2022 | Poetry
Abundant Grace Meets Forgiveness 2 Corinthians 2:16: “To the one we are an aroma that brings death; to the other, an aroma that brings life. And who is equal to such a task?” Precious ointment isYour name upon my lips,drawing perfume-laden worshipdrip by...
by Mella Davis | Apr 16, 2022 | Poetry
Jesus, the Perfect Sacrifice Barabbas, a murderer,Insurrectionist, a fraudSet free instead ofJesus, the very Son of God. A common thief, a liar,condemned to die upon a Roman crosswith none to grieveor consider his death a loss. A fate well-deservedJustice to be...
by Mella Davis | Apr 15, 2022 | Poetry
Oil like Gold One woman dared to touch Yeshua before His crucifixion. She entered into His foreshadowed suffering and was freed from her own. She anointed Him for burial (Matthew 26:12; Mark 14:8; John 12:7). Artwork by Clarissa De Wet. Oil rippledlike goldseemingto...
