A Fountain Overflowing

This poem is about battered children and has it’s origins in the murder of an autistic child recently in a neighboring county. Please remember Children suffer in silence all too often! Be vigilant and stay aware of those you see. If you see something say something   Angel with your tattered wings Bruised furrowed and … Continue reading

Memories

A poem for a friend in mourning

Love

What is a word –   When emotions are overcome With one gentle trace And I find myself lost, In April’s gentle embrace. We belong to Him – I am yours, you are mine. This is Love, One word enduring Until it is enough And we are quenched   This is enough   ©ScottEtheridge April … Continue reading

This Is

I touch your skin Your breast rise and fall  Your lips touch mine Tangled  Together we fall Again  And again Until we satiate this need Holding tightly  This moment While gone We again repeat  Lovers  Together  Boundless Until death we part We hold tight  Bold we lay in the night This  This is Love  I … Continue reading

This Is

I touch your skin Your breast rise and fall  Your lips touch mine Tangled  Together we fall Again  And again Until we satiate this need Holding tightly  This moment While gone We again repeat  Lovers  Together  Boundless Until death we part We hold tight  Bold we lay in the night This  This is Love  I … Continue reading

Remission

Remission On This day This dark day Before light was born We work We toil Once again to repeat Again And again Where is my remission He is born tomorrow Freedom offered Creation to creator Mystery unfolds Herald by host Rejected Lifted high A king A savior A babe ©ScottEtheridge 12/19/2017

Moments Lost Not Long Ago

Here is a poem from a couple weeks back. In it I try to capture the brevity of life and the simplicity of moments

My God My King 

His love holds the down trodden and His ways lead you through stormy seas.   He is my God and King In Him I rest my weary soul   When times are good and you walk the sunny shores or stretch toward star filled skies.   He is my God and King In Him I … Continue reading

Silent Murmurings of a Lost Child

How does life fly by so fast? By the time, we begin living it’s the end and we missed so much joy in-between. Seems like yesterday I was in dad’s old ford truck headed to school or riding go-carts without a care. To be held close one more time or hear my home place filled with … Continue reading

Here is new poem I wrote yesterday. Let me know what you think. Thanks in advance for your feedback