the softest wordsIn this post I mentioned how I took some old blog posts and turned them into poems. Here’s the second one, rewritten from this post. Again, I didn’t change too much, mostly just the format. Although I didn’t include the entire post but contained it so the poem conveys one message. Gone (Written by Sarah […]
Last August I wrote this post, and I go back to it a lot – and other posts written last winter – because they contain such poetic sentiments, even though that wasn’t my intention. I took it a step further and decided to turn that post into a poem, so here it is! I changed […]
Jesus (written by Sarah Bennett) Someone once asked if Jesus died from a bullet. They knew nothing of a cross, of the torture that lasted hour upon hour. They knew nothing of the cost or the blood of the Lamb. They thought He died in a second, Not knowing He was born to be sacrificed. […]
Please (written by Sarah Bennett) How could I bear the sorrow of forever, To this I need You to atone. God save the ones closest to my heart, Lovingly bring them home. I cannot live with a burden so large, There are not enough words to describe pain. God save the ones closest to my […]
Reintroduction (written by Sarah Bennett) I am no longer scared to tell strangers that my dream is to be an author, Only the people who know me well enough to say my writing is not that good. Dreams are never big enough for those I’ve yet to learn the names of but crowd the space […]
Eight (Written by Sarah Bennett) I am so many dreams poured together, Keeping me alive. The wanting is woven into my name. I am confusion and love and what is often called naïve But is actually compassion. Forgiveness. I have been given grace so how can I not pass it on? I am the drought […]
Dawn (Written by Sarah Bennett) There is a song she sings And it sounds like searching for the dawn. She is alone, awaiting the sun. The light is a whisper And it sounds like God’s arms welcoming her home. I do not say it enough But with God there is hope. My favourite poems are […]
Someone recently told me that I’m good at conclusions, or something like that. I’m good at concluding things. I wouldn’t disagree, but I think sometimes I go too far in cutting things off before their time, for the sake of moving on. Whenever I go away on holidays, the last morning is always wobbly. Knowing […]
I think I posted this poem a few months ago, then deleted it, but now it’s back because it’s one of my favourites and I haven’t posted a poem in a little while. You can read here why I posted poems then deleted them and am now reposting some. Filling (written by Sarah Bennett) My […]
I wrote this poem upon walking around the streets I grew up on, though not the ones I became a grown-up on. The poem doesn’t feel polished, but I thought I’d post it here anyway and give you a Friday read. There is a girl, and she is eleven. She knows what it is to […]
