January 2020 – Beast Of Burden

“Write something from the donky’s point of view”

The Chorus of the Big Bend in Fort Stockton is in their third year. Alex Cordero, the group’s director is talented and creative. I thought perhaps he’d lost his mind when he asked me to write a piece for the 2019 Christmas concert. “Write something from the donkey’s point of view.”

This was a new “writing to spec” assignment for me. But through much prayer, and inspired by our concert theme, “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star,” the poem took shape.

The poem was read by Ken Ripley between choral pieces “O Magnum Mysterium” (the mystery of the animals at the Nativity) and “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.” (Daniel Elder)




Every day my life the same,

Beast of burden is my name.

I do the work my master wills,

Eat my food, sleep standing still.


Until one cold and brilliant night

I heard a sound from up – the heights;

Whispers, whispers from afar

Sang “You are chosen, yes, you are,


To take the master to the place

Where yearns the broken human race.

So on the morn and with the dew,

You must go, it falls to you.”


Whispers, whispers from afar

How I wonder what you are

Thought I know not how you sing

I will be this offering


So when the sun came peeping out

I became the master’s scout,

Trekking far across the land

To fair and tiny Bethlehem.


Then I heard upon the wind

The voice that spoke to me again,

“Careful, careful where you walk

The mother feels each dip and rock,



Take her where the angels sing,

She is the mother of the King,

Careful now, don’t let her fall

She carries Grace for one and all.”

Whispers, voices from the stars

How I wonder what you are

Though I know not how you speak

Help me find the place they seek.


Soon was born the baby King

With sights that I had never seen.

Even I, a lowly beast

Joined in heaven’s worship feast.


“Beast of burden, you’ve been true,

Now I have a gift for You.

It is your seed who’ll take me in

Triumphant to Jerusalem.


No more shall they call you beast

But servant to the very least,

For in my Kingdom I must bring

Those who do the thankless things.”


Creator of both beast and man

I will serve those from your hand

Who carry burdens on their back

Those who mourn, and those who lack


Now with heaven I proclaim

Glory, for He changed my name 

I will praise for all to see

For I know- that He- knows- me.



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October Newsletter Poetry Corner: Amped Up 80s

Amped Up 80s

Savannah Lacy


We amped up the 80s with John Lennon,

Sent the first women into space

And we Don’t Stop Believin’.

Madonna starts her career

And we have no fear;

Not with our high-waisted jeans

And fishnet sleeves.

We watched Back to the Future

With Michael J. Fox

On boxy TVs wearing striped socks

We found the Titanic

And everyone went frantic

Finally, “The Simpsons” debuts,

A show of people with yellow hues.


(Savannah’s poem is featured in the upcoming Children’s Edition of The Best of Critique Café.)


August Newsletter Poetry Corner: Pearl Light

Pearl Light

by Jody Bailey Day


The light slips pearl-like

Through the window in my room,

The soft, first light of day…

Hallowed time, a moment

Before the coming noise,

The quiet, first light of day…

The Dove sings His songdove

Of love into my heart,

The precious, first Light of day…

Father whispers to His child

His way of life and Word,

The Holy, first Light of day.




August Newsletter Poetry Corner: To My Guardian Angel

To My Guardian Angel

By Frances Armstrong

When my life was shrouded in darkness you brought me light,

When my mood was black, you brightened it.

For this I have to thank you, my Guardian Angel.

You showed me that no matter what happens, there is still love to be found.

You took my broken spirit and you cared for it,

Showing me that not all was lost.

You made me believe in myself, when all hope was gone.

Thank you for being there and supporting me when I needed it the most.

And most of all, thank you from the bottom of my heart for loving one as dark as me,

And showing me there is still hope.

Guardian Angels were said to be nonexistent,

But that is wrong.

I have proof right now that a guardian Angel exists,

And that is you.

You who always gives me and others a hand when we need it most,

You that always puts others before yourself.


August Newsletter Poetry Corner: Insomnia


By Vea Anna Hooker


Hello computer, my old friend –

I’ve come to waste time with you again.

Because I sat to check out just one thing.

Now its two, and I should be sleeping.

But the vision that was planted in my head

Is the latest thing the meme artists said.

And the sound of scrolling.


So many pictures of the babies sweet,

And of relationships, before they cheat.

All the quizzes that people want their friends to take,

So we can compare results for heaven’s sake.

If you love God, then say this prayer,

And copy all your friends or else beware.

I hear the sound of scrolling.


Yet another story to make me cry

And lots more products that I need to buy.

I listen to a small angel voice sing,

And skim a recipe for chicken wings.

I give that awful post a “frown”

Then finally I shut it down.

And now, no sound of scrolling.