[tabby title="Poem"] (Dedicated to my wife Kailie, who I first kissed on the first day of Spring, two years ago). I only ever knew a little FrenchTo read,a bit to speak,I flirted with the language but never committed. You saw...

[tabby title="Poem"] Behold the sparrow -trampled little sparrow -exhausted little sparrow -in the Father’s loving hand. Longing for the sky,with broken wing -still with song to sing -in the Father’s loving hand. Mercy and graceare foundin the bosomof El Shaddai...

[tabby title="Poem"] When I was a childI walked like a childI talked like a childActed like a child My jaw was not yet developed to chewAnd digestThe seasons and the timesI struggled to choke down the tougher meatOf the grand...

[tabby title="Poem"] I lay,my head in your lap,Looking up into your soft,green eyes... Soft handscaress my hair,like answered rain prayers,I feel the waters stirring in the wildernessthe rivers bursting in the deserts of my heart. You are a seamstress. You...

[tabby title="Poem"] If I could I would... I think I should... I will. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] A.D. Labuschagne is a poet and pastor from Johannesburg, South Africa. [tabbyending]