Poems from Zachary Harris
The word breathed out with divine power
The word inspired in the foreknown hour
The word preserved from the final stroke
The word kept to...
A gift to treasure has become my own
The one that I call wife
And again God has made His goodness known
In salvation, provision, and life...
Brittle dirt parts with each step
Moving toward the side of the path
Growing closer to the ocean depth
100 feet down, a deadly bath
...
As a child I grew
Hateful of sport except a few
I liked to run and kick flip
And neighborhood games with misfits
A game I liked
With two...
I heard about someone who discouraged a brother from going to seminary
He had his reasons, but I think those reasons revealed more of the...