Poet in Residence Posts

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Earth on Fire
By: Peggy EastmanMay 28, 2021 
”I came to cast fire upon the earth; and would that it were already kindled.” Luke 12:49 Come, Holy Spirit, and cast your fire upon the earth. No fire of destruction is this; yours is a fire of love, brought, bought and paid for by the death and resurrection of our Lord.    Holy Spirit, […]
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Easter’s Transforming Love
By: Peggy EastmanMay 28, 2021 
What must Barabbas have thought, Lord, that convicted criminal whose place You took on the hard wood of the cross? Did he ponder? Did he wonder? Did he feel unworthy? Was his life changed by Your sacrifice? Could it have been transformed? Did he rejoice? What an exorbitant price you paid for Barabbas, Lord; what […]
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Call of the Risen Cross-Bearer
By: Peggy EastmanMay 28, 2021 
I have heard you calling on the spring winds,    Come to me, come gently to me. I hear you talking in the timber, woodland of oak and ash and greenwood groves. They chose a grove tree to make your cross, and the cut wood wept when it felt your scourged flesh. I hear you […]
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Room for You
By: Peggy EastmanMay 28, 2021 
Lord, we are too full of too many things of this life. We overflow; no spaces are left. And yet how can we be so filled up and still feel so empty? Our thoughts swirl like dry leaves in a sudden gust; our minds are churns being cranked too fast. Disparate, distracting details skitter around […]
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A Prayer for Softened Hearts
By: Peggy EastmanMay 28, 2021 
Lord, please soften our hearts, we earnestly pray. We do not want them shielded or encapsulated, for then we will not be able to see Your gentle face in those we meet sidling down the street, sitting slumped on the bus, sleeping under a bridge, or begging for a morsel of food in the subway […]
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My Hour Has Not Yet Come
By: Peggy EastmanApril 28, 2021 
His first miracle it was, turning water into wine at Cana in Galilee.  ‘They have no wine,’ His mother told Him at the wedding feast when it ran out.  He obliged, using six stone jars of purification water for the generous feat.  But it was done with some reluctance. ‘My hour has not yet come,’ […]
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