This was a poem written for a client who requested the following: i proposed my very good friend …i want to say sorry please any poem on that she is a very good friend of mine and hurt. i was…
Poem: To the girl at Ascension Lutheran Church
It is February 1, 1997. Jonathan is 17 when he writes this poem. To the girl at Ascension Lutheran Church by Jonathan Kraft Radiance Among other things But radiance is the best word I can think of to describe you.…
Glasses, the eye kind
Some day I will know what it’s like to wake up and be able to see clearly. I have no memory of being able to do this. (I got glasses at age 7.) For years and years I wore glasses…
Nothing Is EVER Lost In Translation: Hilarious Video
Carrie and I have heard others say (particularly about religious texts) that “Nothing is lost in translation.” In many religious traditions (Christians, Hindus, Muslims), they will say it’s “God’s word”, so how could something be absent from it? It may…
Poem: Overcome
In Honor of Martin Luther King Day. _________________ It is March 23, 1994, and Jonathan is 14 when he writes this poem. Daddy Bruce Randolph With a heart of gold, he did what God told. – – – – –…
What Ice Chunks Do To Tires
If you happen to notice ice chunks under your tires from the snow… it’s probably a good idea to kick them off if at all possible. Otherwise they may fall off while you’re driving down the road. And the person…
Poem: For A Real Estate Agent (To Thank Clients)
This is a poem I wrote for a real estate trainer, who wanted a way to help real estate agents (whom he trains) thank their clients for their business and referrals. If you’d like to license this poem for a…
Poem: The New Beginning…
It is Jan. 1998 and Jonathan is 18 when he writes this. The New Beginning by Jonathan Kraft In the solitude, all that is left behind are the echoes of the things that have been, and the voices of those…
Poem: True World
Written when Jonathan was 14 True World by Jonathan Kraft Dear God, “What happened today? Was this your plan? Who killed them? Was it by your hand? Who caused this madness? Why were they killed? Who thought this idea? Was…
Poem: Listen In The Fog
It is 12.January 1998 and Jonathan is 18 Listen In The Fog by Jonathan Kraft Listen Do you hear it? The sound of true silence Only an occasional bark of a dog or a small rumble of an overhead plane…