A Poem by Ruth Bell Graham
Love without clinging
cry if you must –
A Poem by Ruth Bell Graham: The Candle Flames
The candle flames of poplars,
in the little coves burn low;
A Poem by Ruth Bell Graham
Is the tree that is pruned
preoccupied with pain? . . .
A Poem by Ruth Bell Graham: They Come and Go So Quickly
They come and go so quickly
Spring and Fall . . .
A Poem by Ruth Bell Graham on Motherhood
As Mother’s Day approaches, we take a look at a poem written by Ruth Bell Graham on motherhood, as well as reflections from Franklin Graham on his mother.
A Spring Poem by Ruth Bell Graham
O tenderest Love, How we do fail through our own folly…
Poem by Ruth Bell Graham: With This Ring
“With this ring…” your strong, familiar voice…
Portrait Complete, a Poem by Ruth Bell Graham
We hope you will be inspired by this writing by Ruth Bell Graham.
A Poem by Ruth Bell Graham: Then Came Spring
from Sitting By My Laughing Fire by Ruth Bell Graham
A Poem by Ruth Bell Graham: There Are No Depths
A poem from “Sitting By My Laughing Fire” by Ruth Bell Graham