A Poem by Ruth Bell Graham
A Thanksgiving poem
A Poem by Ruth Bell Graham – “I Am a Primitive”
from “Legacy of a Pack Rat” by Ruth Bell Graham
A Poem by Ruth Bell Graham
… My Shelf of Peace… From “Sitting by My Laughing Fire by Ruth Bell Graham
A Poem for Fathers by Ruth Bell Graham
Happy Father’s Day!
In Memory of Those Who Serve
Honoring those who have served this Memorial Day
A Mother’s Day Poem by Ruth Bell Graham
Listen, Lord, a mother’s praying low and quiet: listen, please. Listen what her tears are saying, see her heart upon its knees; lift the load from her bowed shoulders till she sees and understands, You, Who hold the worlds together, hold her problems in Your hands. from “Clouds are the Dust of His Feet” …
A Poem by Ruth Bell Graham
“May She Have Daughters” from “Sitting by My Laughing Fire” by Ruth Bell Graham
Broken Bread – a poem by Ruth Bell Graham
And it came to pass, as he sat at meat with them, he took bread, and blessed it, and brake, and gave to them. (Luke 24:30)
A Poem by Ruth Bell Graham
I climbed the hills through yesterday: and I am young and strong again; my children climb These hills with me, and all the time they shout and play; their laughter fills the coves among the rhododendron and the oak till we have struggled to the ridge top where the chestnuts grew. Breathless, tired, and content …
A Poem by Ruth Bell Graham
“Sitting by My Laughing Fire” by Ruth Bell Graham