Christ Our King and Hope, in Poetry

Poems by Ryan Diaz
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CHRIST IN PARADOX

The God of Golgotha;

Enthroned on a skull.

The conquering king-

With a crown of thorns.

The perpetually loved

And forsaken son.

The eternal God,

Who made flesh his home

And learned to reign

By giving up his throne.


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AMEN

Born on a bedside

Nursed in the dark

Forgotten in the morning

Hidden in the heart.

Shared like a secret

Screamed in despair

Sung like a song

No Sound fills the air.

Carved out of questions

Stitched with a hope

Shaped by the faith

Of men trying to cope.


About Ryan Diaz

Ryan Diaz is a poet, lecturer, and theologian from Queens, NY. He holds a BA in History from St. John’s University, and he is currently completing a MA in Biblical Studies. Diaz’s writing attempts to find the divine in the ordinary, the thin place where fantasy and reality meet. Diaz’s work has been featured in Scribble, Ekstasis, Wingless Dreamer, In Parentheses, Tempered Runes Press, and The Washington Institute. He currently lives in Queens, NY, with his wife, Janiece. For more information, visit Diaz on Instagram.


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Poetry: Burden Racing

Poem by Maed Rill Monte
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The world being 

an auction of methods

and a competition of weights.

Unsatisfied, in seeing much.

Hearing many, knows the minimum.

Somewhere near, even within,

the Spirit leading: there, there.

Far to the back, old and rugged 

and all-permeating: the Cross, the weight

to choose. To boast

of none, but it. To lose

it all, but it.

Shouldering the Cross,

a racetrack comes to sight.

Something tells I’m born to run;

set these feet on glory road.

No horizon light but an inner light;

no score of trumpets but a quiet thought.

Face set like flint, presses on.

The Way to the narrow gate found;

not a walk in the park

but a work of sacrifice—

so the serpent sheds skin on occasion

and even the forbidden tree

let go of one fruit.


About Maed Rill Monte

Maed Rill Monte is a poet hailing from Ormoc City, Philippines. He started crafting poetry at seventeen, influenced by G.K. Chesterton, Edgar Albert Guest and many others. He lives with his family, books, and an unnamed dog. For more, visit him on Facebook or contact him at maedrillmonte@gmail.com.


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Faith, in Poetry

Poems by Ruth Callaghan do Valle
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Raised up

Staked as a snake
Raised up in the wilderness
Bringing healing to all those who
Stake their hope on you

Struck down once
To raise up the down-trodden
You’ve trodden down the serpent’s head
Raised to strike you

Now raised to glory
Restored to rightful rule
Hell-raider, Hope-raiser
Earth-shaker, Homemaker

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Never lost to You

Yearning to begin again
Spurning sin again
Learning to love again
Burning to belong again

But I have never been cast off
Once found, I have often
Lost sight of You
But I am never lost to You

You are the Finder
The Founder of my faith
The firm Rock beneath my feet
The firm grip on my hand
As I flounder beneath the waves

You are the One who holds me
Upholds me
Enfolds me
You mould me
You’ve told me
You’ll make me whole again


About Ruth Callaghan do Valle

Ruth Callaghan do Valle writes in English with forays into Portuguese, and currently lives in small-town rural Brazil with her husband and toddler. You can follow Callaghan do Valle on Twitter and find her spoken word poems on Instagram and her poetry and posts about life in Brazil on her blog. 


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Poetry: Jonah’s Story

Poem by Ruth Callaghan do Valle

Photo by Alexander Andrews on Unsplash

“No way!” Joe said

“I’ll put some space between us.”

But you know, the thing is

He spoke to the One who

Spoke space into being

Of course He could see 

The end from the beginning

And meet Joe in the place

He was hidden, unbidden

Joe boarded a ship and was

Well on his way but there

In the storm that overcame them

The sailors saw the spray flung high

And knowing they would surely die

Called on their gods to save them 

Joe, now aware he should never have

Dared defy his God, offered his life

That the ship might be spared

And with wonder and awe the sailors saw

The sea grow calm, disarmed

As Joe sank through the waves

Not to a watery grave as he thought

But saved, swallowed, caught 

Inside the mighty fish that caught him

Joe and his God get talking

They speak, and three nights after

The storm and disaster 

Joe’s hurled on a beach 

Grasping his second chance in both hands

He lands

And there proclaims what God has said

That He hates the iniquity of this great city 

Which is always before Him

And in just forty days

His justice displayed

He’ll wipe it clean

And the city will stand there no more

Knowing what’s in store 

They turn from their sin

The beggar to the King 

And turn to the Lord, begging for mercy

For God to look graciously

And have great pity on their poor city

God, in His compassion

Relents from His intention

To throw them to destruction 

And pardons them

But Joe, now angry, argues

Joe heard God’s heart for other nations

And from the start 

He was quick off his mark

To make a break for it

Plan his escape from it

But understand the undertaking

It’s a kingdom that He’s making 

Fast-forward to Revelation 

There’s a multitude of nations gathered there

And round the the throne

A people for His own will stand, unmanned 

And seeing our God face to face 

Will fall face down

And throw their crowns before Him

Praising, rejoicing and giving Him glory

About Ruth Callaghan do Valle

Callaghan do Valle occasionally finds time to think during her daughter’s naptimes. She writes in English with forays into Portuguese, and lives in small-town rural Brazil with her husband and toddler. You can find Ruth’s spoken word on YouTube.

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