Another Day


*Class participant’s poetry submission – author’s name withheld To live another day to live a different way I’ve learned so much I am grateful for God’s touch I have been humbled as well as my mouth from rumbled rumbling on about life’s sad songs no matter where I may be it is my God who will set me free I can stand alone in me He will make Himself known I can smile and still love obviously my higher power I serve is above I’ve learned how to be still within within me Jesus is in I do not have to live – it is my God who chose me to give another day


Another poetry submission from class participant!


*Author’s name withheld SLICE I’m spinning my wheels… Racking my brain… The word ‘slice’ only has me think of meals…yet That be expected and a challenge is my game… Have you ever thought of life this way… How if we weren’t given bits at a time… As from a second to a full 24 hour day… How confusing the world would combine… Just imagine all of us awake… Awake at the same hour… I believe not even God could take… Take us all at once – shoot – even I’d give up that power… So there’s that peice… What if we all lived alike… To all be the President with the same feast… What an awful sight… Thank goodness we are divided on that… What about sports – to all play on the same team… What good is a trophy, along with the same hug and pat… what would even a … Continue reading

Untitled poetry submission


Conspire received an untitled piece to share on the blog from a former class participant – we’re happy to oblige:   As I grieve a life whose time has passed, a life full of family and lovers I thought would last. A place in my heart has a huge void, but the scales lifted from my eyes tell the true story of the lies I’ve been told. How many more lives will this game take? All in search of a love and family. All things Satan is so willing to fake. He lies, cheats and promises you the world. All the while damaging our eternal souls. Truth be told there is only one true way, but to yield to that voice seems a high price to pay. We think we’re defined by the life that we’ve led. But choices dear friend are the reason so many of us are dead. So sit and … Continue reading