Category: Encouragement

the gift of seasons

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the gift of seasons

still having the faith
to keep trying when
we could have stayed
discouraged many times

(though sometimes we need
a rest and can trust
our part of this work
to others for a time)

the miracle of being here

saying our thank yous
to God

and to one another

this day

by Ellen Grace Olinger

This is a poem from August 2012 on this site.
I called that post Sunrise Poem.

Photo by Karl.

Welcoming Hope: Poems for those in need

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We have two books in print.  I’ve shared about Quiet Christmas Poetry.

Today I’d like to mention Welcoming Hope: Poems for those in need. This is a poetry anthology with Time Of Singing: A Journal Of Christian Poetry.

Lora Homan Zill
Ellen G. Olinger
Editors

Charles A. Waugaman
Art Editor, Illustrator

Elin Grace Publishing

2007
ISBN 978-0-9729848-4-3

Please visit the books page at Time Of Singing, if you wish more information.  All proceeds benefit Time Of Singing.

Ellen Grace Olinger

It Is Important

IT IS IMPORTANT

To have a vision
to sustain the effort
to see it all the way
through – –

Even when it seems
to leave you

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This is a favorite old poem, and it has found many homes.  It was published first in Time Of Singing.

Today I also think about the importance of prayer and conversation with a good friend.  I am older now, and I have not been able to finish everything.  Or sometimes, a project rests for a time; then is renewed.

The poem encourages others, because, in my experience, creative work also goes through phases when we are simply being faithful to the work.   Perhaps the initial vision has faded somewhat.

Small steps are progress too.

Ellen Grace Olinger

Charles A. Waugaman – ‘Good’ As In Friday

I read this poem by Charles year-round, often aloud.   There is so much wisdom in his poem, and it also was a great comfort after my mother’s passing in 2004.  May God bless you this Easter and always.  Thank you, Ellen

‘GOOD’ AS IN FRIDAY

He fashioned from their cross
a throne.
He made of death a door.
He robed his nakedness
in love,
And needed nothing more.

For though they wrapped his
broken flesh
in linen crisp and white,
He left sin’s costly fabric
soiled
And cloaked himself in light

That shines the centuries
undimmed
to pierce earth’s dark despair,
By spilling scarlet car-
peting
Up Heaven’s radiant stair.

By Charles A. Waugaman
The Word Incarnate
Elin Grace Publishing, 2003
All Rights Reserved

Charles edited Time of Singing for many years.  Lora H. Zill has now been the editor for years.  I know many people are grateful this poetry journal continues and grows.   TOS is a part of my life.