We talk to people on TV – complaining about products and fake news. We tell the weatherman, “You’re wrong again!” and criticize his coat, his hair, his shoes. We shout against the violence, wars, and crime. We cry about the bigotry on the streets – our outrage raving on and on, without getting up from our comfy seats. Mary Harwell Sayler began reading the Bible and writing poems in childhood and never stopped! Eventually, she placed over 2,500 poems, prayers, articles, childr

I hear the water. It calls to me from lakes, streams, and rivers. My mother was the ocean. She carried me on her shoulders above raging storms. Her strength washed away islands, eroding sin. Dolphins swam in her dreams and gulls sang of her glory. I walk on water. I am her child, the one she bore in sorrow. Man raped her bounty, polluted her shores, but still, she did not cry. I am rain. I will cry for her. Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poe