Poetry: Because My Classroom Flooded Again

Poem by April Ojeda

Photo by Zoltan Tasi (Unsplash)



Jonah rises, 

Homeless again. 

Flooded and flushed 

From out my rain-drunk, sunken roof. 

Another blind, unbridled deluge

Chases me on like some 

Holy messenger.


Jonah rages 

At the storm-swept sky, 

Pushes, unnatural in panic, 

Far, far away from belligerent crowds

That don’t deserve you 

And don’t adore you 

Like I do.


Jonah rouses, 

Safe passage granted. 

Charity of stranger friends, 

Of humble allies devoid of agenda,

Signifying that all life bends 

To your design, 



Jonah reaches 

Nineveh, born again. 

Nothing about this is easy, 

But I’ve tasted death and run from life

And choose the God who 

Rescues lost hope 




About April Ojeda

Ojeda is a teacher and writer from the Oklahoma Panhandle. Her work has appeared in Lost Pen Magazine and Heart of Flesh Literary Journal. She lives and works in a fast-spinning world, so she writes poetry as a means of prayer and of untangling the threads of daily life. She lives with her family in West Texas and finds her greatest inspiration in the outdoors.

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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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