Psalm 51

O Lord, open thou my lips;
and my mouth shall shew forth thy praise.

Psalm 51: 15

I remember my acrostic poem for PRAISE.

P ray the Psalms
R enew and rejoice
A nd then be
I nspired to write and
S ing songs (old and new)
E ach day

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Psalm 12

The words of the LORD are pure words:

as silver tried in a furnace of earth,

purified seven times.

Psalm 12: 6

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The Vine

I am the vine, ye are the branches:
He that abideth in me, and I in him,
the same bringeth forth much fruit:
for without me ye can do nothing.

John 15: 5 (KJV)

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The Snow Falls

the snow falls
and the sun rises

I see the sun reflected
in a neighbor’s window

the snow falls
on everything

evergreen branches
picnic tables, rocks, grass

planters left untouched
for just this reason

the snow falls
on everything

also the graves
the fields that were
parched

this gentle healing
snowfall

Published first at Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin
December 2012

“primrose in snow”
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Ellen Grace Olinger

sometimes

sometimes
it is enough
to simply hold
one of my
well-worn Bibles
and thank God
and then reread
a Psalm I’ve read
more times than
I know and still
discover something
new

From my archives

Ellen Grace Olinger