The Fence story by Rick Davis
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There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must ..read more
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Where is your faith By David C Schiller | Poetry | Parousia Magazine
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5M ago
Where is your faith in the pouring rain?Where is your faith each and every day?During a storm do you dismay,And let your faith go down the drain?Or are you strong enough,To retain your faith when things get rough?What matters more than a difficult day,Is that your faith lives to see another day.Where is your faith, on a chaotic day?Do you dismay or get distracted that day,By everything that comes your way,Or do you even remember to pray,And find time for God each day?So don’t dismay on a busy day,Because what matters more than a distracting day,Is that you remain close to god each day,And rem ..read more
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Lost in life then found through faith By David C Schiller | Poetry | Parousia Magazine
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5M ago
I was lost in life living it on my own. Then I was found through faith in God alone. I was lost in life in a couple of ways. Until I gave the lord above my gaze.I didn’t remember trying it at first. I forgot my efforts alone were worse. But once I let God handle my every day, I knew everything was going to be okay.Then I gave him all 24 hours of it,Because I knew only he could handle it. I started my journey through life alone.Trying to handle it all on my own. I eventually got so lost in my life,As it got confusing and complex while i continued to strive, All on my own to handle my life.Even ..read more
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In Velvet, Seeds of Faith & I have no words but You—3 Poems from Arianna Mayo
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5M ago
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com In Velvet Parched desert swelter Panting for the cold flow Hopeless sights in the visible dry Yet my hooves tread on the Nosebleed heights Sand tongue quenched By impossible streams Feet cleft like my heart Drawn to the left and to right To red clay and cobblestone Ever in itinerant flight And in the sprouting of spring I’m in velvet With rich tapestry of blood In His warmth Sensitized by His spool Weaving warning in my skin When I set my suede aside In scarlet strips When the days arrange In orange and amber I’m unwrapped wreath-equipped I rejoice in laying dow ..read more
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Stones by Kevin Duffy | Fiction | PAROUSIA Magazine
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5M ago
Unassuming, forgotten, and important.  That’s what Len thought when he looked down at the stones, a dozen or so piled in a vague line to his right, an actual standing knee-high corner behind him to the left.  Before him, a layer of pine needles and dry autumn leaves carpeted the old concrete floor; he pictured that as a pattern of an actual carpet, a runner up the center aisle between the pews and ending at the altar.  No, he shook off the idea; he had pictures of the chapel from before it collapsed, and he could recreate the actual colors and materials just as they were.  ..read more
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Creator vs. Controller by Marcia Shepherd | Non Fiction | PAROUSIA Magazine
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5M ago
       The world God created is phenomenal.  Everything is intricately, deliberately established with purpose.  The rotation of the earth, its precise distance from the sun, the force of gravity all work together to provide an awesome environment in which plants and animals thrive and reproduce.  The air is continuously replenished with oxygen.  The good earth’s soil is composed of all nutrients needed to sustain life. Rivers of fresh water flow above and below ground.        In addition to sustaining lif ..read more
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THE GREATEST OF THESE by Flora Higgins | Poetry | PAROUSIA Magazine
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5M ago
The way is short, but hard.The path is full of peril.Anytime Earth could swallow us whole.Whether you travel in a lengthening shadow Or in the noon of your days,Love is the steadfast companion.Love one another.Love those who do not need your loveLove especially those who do not deserve your love.For the sake of the Christ Child,For the sake of everyone and everything good,Love and forgive one another.Even the dogs of HellLie down at the feet of Charity.Brief bio: Flora Higgins, poet, teacher, librarian, works as a research librarian, teaches Classic Literature, and produces poetry programs. H ..read more
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Not me, but Christ within me By David C Schiller | Poetry | Parousia Magazine
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5M ago
The best way to do anything i please, Is not me but Christ within me. So when you ask how I did it my answer always will be, It's not me, it's just because of Christ within me. I wasn't caught up in concern over my capabilities, I just left it to the power of Christ within me. The only true expert in every field of expertise. I never forgot,The help I've always got,In the God that can do everything I cannot. So I just let him give it everything he's got. Whatever I do,I don't have to do,No matter what it is I'm going through. I wasn't worried that I wouldn't measure up, Wasn't tough, Or stron ..read more
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The Life of St. Martin De Porres by Rick Davis
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5M ago
St. Martín de Porres was born in Lima, Peru, on December 9, 1579. His father, Don Juan de Porres, was a Spanish conquistador and his mother, Ana Velázquez, was a freed slave from Panama, of African or possibly part Native American descent. Seeing that the child had African rather than European features, Don Juan de Porres refused to acknowledge his paternity. Martín was baptized the day he was born, with notation on the baptismal certificate reading "father unknown". He was raised by his mother in extreme poverty, on the very lowest rungs of early Spanish colonial society; in the eyes of the ..read more
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Two Poems from Rick Davis
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5M ago
Truest Salvationtruest salvationflows in golden windsteaming from the heartwhoever accepts purest love& sends it to otherstriumphs over allthat is lessthan this8.11.22Soft Bluest SkySoft bluest august skyquiet mystical breezeflowering whitest flowing cloudsKids running over lime green grasstiniest bug on the outside of the glasscrosses & birds reflecting from gentle green wallonce again the sleepy cat & dogsleep on my lapI breathe easily sipping cherry juice & water.my muscles are loose & strongcolorful fresh roses just to the rightof the tvBooks on the table to my rights ..read more
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