Poetry

Beneath Deep Drifts of Snow

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How are you all doing with your writing? Do you have days, (or even weeks) when nothing seems to come? I struggle in those times because I hate to wait, but waiting is something God loves! It is usually just about then that I remember how God prefers me to be quiet, or take time out for a walk, listen to what others have to say and finally rest in the fact that He has already accomplished everything I will ever need for all eternity. It is in those moments when I finally come to a full stop, that I hear His voice again, and He breathes a gentle thought for a poem, a song or a story into my heart. Today’s poem is a reflection on that moment, and I hope it may be an encouragement to one of you today.

God is working slowly
His purposes by grace
And every word He’s spoken
Forever stands in place

But I 'm in a hurry
I really hate to wait
Today I wish He’d hurry up
Because it’s getting late!

But then I remember
That sweetest apples grow
From trees that rest all Winter
Beneath deep drifts of snow

But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.
Isaiah 40:31 KJV

Beneath Deep Drifts of Snow
By Peter Caligiuri
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Moments of Laughter

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In moments of laughter, we ran out to see
 Like children wondering all that might be
Hiding in secret down under old logs
In treetops or ponds where we used to catch frogs

And when day was done, our dads started calling
“Come in for the night, for the darkness is falling!”
We came traipsing home telling all we had done
Our adventures with spiders and races we won

And mom in the doorway would patiently listen
Then say, “Go scrub those hands till I see them glisten!” 
And Dad picked us up to come sit in His chair
For that time which was best was our moment in prayer

Moments of Laughter
by Peter Caligiuri
Copyright 2025 all rights reserved

Mary Simply Stayed

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On Friday night they left the Tomb
And in the darkness prayed
Then sadly went off to their homes
And slowly walked away

But on the Sabbath after dawn
Mary hurried back to bring
The spices for His resting place
In honor for her King

But the tomb was empty
So she went back to call
 The men to come and see that there
Was nothing left at all

So John and Peter ran to see
Only grave clothes there inside
Then wondering they turned and left
As Mary softly cried

Then she heard His footsteps
When she turned she saw a man
But thought He was the gardener
Just passing by as planned

And then He asked her why she wept
And why she was afraid
And He called her name and showed Himself
Because she simply stayed



 But Mary stood weeping outside the tomb, and as she wept she stooped to look into the tomb. 
John 20:11 ESV

Mary Simply Stayed
By Peter Caligiuri
Copyright © 2025
All rights reserved