Category: Language Arts



The Cross can be seen
In the telephone poles,
Fences, intersection signs,
And branches of trees
In the plaid of my jumper,
Churches, and
Lower case ts

The Cross can be seen
To remind us of One Savior
One sacrifice
At one time and
In one place
For the remission
Of sin–
Forever and

Published in Silver Wings, edited by Jackson Wilcox;  and The Discerning Poet, edited by Margaret L. Been.

George Matheson: “O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go”


O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

O Light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in the sunshine’s blaze, its day
May brighter, fuller be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain
That morn shall tearless be.

O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red,
Life that shall endless be.

* * *

This classic poem by George Matheson is in the public domain, and I found it at

The Public Domain Poems at this site are filed under “Poetry Collections.”


reading poems aloud

reading poems aloud

raindrops on the windows

I remember how

Helen Keller

learned “water”


Image from this week’s Dover Design Sampler:  The Grammar of Ornament.

This poem was also published in SMILE (Summer, 2010) in a slightly different form. 

reading poems aloud
raindrops on the windows
I remember how Helen Keller
learned water

I like the poem in four lines too–always appreciate feedback from editors and readers.

Joyce M. Johnson is the Editor/Publisher of SMILE.

Guest Artist: David Radavich

February 17, 2011 update:  David Radavich’s new book is Middle-East Mezze (2011, Plain View Press).



Break into pieces

and the pot will shatter
its shards

wherever the earth
will collect them again,

where all fragments
wither, knowing this soil

of the forgotten
over-trod by generations

who feast on time
as if they had it all to themselves,

the débris of the heart left
for grave-robbers to discover

yet I turn in my hand
this one blue triangle over

that must have graced
someone’s living and now mine

where the absence was

I claim and declare it

beautiful and incomplete,

hoping for fingers

to clench all indignities

David Radavich is the author of Slain Species (Court Poetry, London), By the Way: Poems over the Years (Buttonwood, 1998), and Greatest Hits (Pudding House, 2000). He has also published a full-length comedy, Nevertheless . . ., five short dramas, and a wide range of poetry in journals and anthologies. His plays have been performed across the U.S., including six Off-Off-Broadway productions. Fragments of the Third Planet received its European premiere in 2000 in Germany. America Bound: An Epic for Our Time (Plain View, 2007), narrates American history from World War II to the present. His latest collection is Canonicals: Love’s Hours (Finishing Line, 2009).

David’s website is  He welcomes you to visit, browse through more of his writing, and offer your feedback.

“Recovery” was also published in Welcoming Hope: Poems for those in need  (Elin Grace Publishing, 2007).

“Blue Vase” from

Guest Artist: Shirley Anne Leonard


in the arms of night
in soft curves
the Spirit’s
more elusive height
urged onward
by a sovereign rhythm
far beyond
the stars and flight
moving with
the planets’ courses
as they seek
the further skies
bidding sleeping angels
to show us to
our paradise…

Shirley Anne is editor of WestWard Quarterly poetry magazine. She has published five chapbooks, and had poems published in Time of Singing, Ancient Paths, and two poems in books, Secure the Fort by Lucy Cain (Xlibris, 2007) and A Glimpse of Heaven (Howard, 2007) and online by Reconciliation Press, Cross Way Publications, and Quill and Parchment. 

January Light


First real snow
last night
My heart lifts
January light.

This was published in SMILE (WINTER 2000-01); and reprinted in SMILE (FALL/WINTER 2009-10).

Post update: January 10, 2019

Ellen Grace Olinger