Poetry

The Second Mile

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And if anyone forces you to go one mile, go with him two miles. Matthew 5:41 ESV

After the first mile that He traveled
He rested on the hay
Where Mary gently laid Him
At the ending of the day

As a carpenter of Nazareth
Ordinary like them all
No one knew that He was waiting
On His Holy Father’s call

To walk a second mile
Ending nothing like the first
Where nails and thorns would pierce Him
While soldiers did their worst

Till His suffering would finish
And friends laid Him in a cave
Not knowing His second mile would start
When He rose up from the grave!

The Second Mile by Peter Caligiuri
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Glimpses of His Heart

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Though he has no conductor
The sparrow gladly sings
And without flight instructor
He bravely spreads his wings

And early while we’re sleeping
Woodpecker starts to tap
God’s schedule he is keeping
While owl begins his nap

And God designs for each their part
His love their place assigns
As tiny glimpses of His Heart
And miracles and signs


Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? And not one of them is forgotten before God.
Luke 12:6 ESV

Glimpses of His Heart
by Peter Caligiuri
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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
Copyright © 2025
All rights reserved