Contradictory Epiphany by Jonathan Kraft written Fall 2012 In the prison that is silence you’ll find freedom to explore In the commitment of relationship is the freedom to let go In the tightness that is stretching You’ll find muscles can…
Poem: Thanks For Being A (Step)Mom
Thanks For Being A (Step)Mom by Jonathan Kraft I knew you were amazing from the day that we first met. I had a feeling we’d be together. I thought it was a pretty sure bet. One thing I didn’t know…
Poem: Acres Of Diamonds
Acres of Diamonds by Jonathan Kraft written 27. July, 2009 Acres of diamonds underneath my feet pages in my notebook people passing on the street Acres of diamonds waiting to be mined begging me to free them to release their…
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Poem: The Envelope
The Envelope by Jonathan Kraft Written 11. Aug, 2009 An envelope is a powerful thing A container of a secret A transporter of a message A bringer of possibility Just what might be inside? And what is this message on…
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: A Goat Named Billy
Someone wanted poems about goats. Here is one of the poems I wrote for them. A Goat Named Billy by Jonathan Kraft There once was a goat named Billy But a Billy Goat Gruff he was not Everyone was always…
Poem: Always, (Always, Always,) Persist
Always, (Always, Always,) Persist by Jonathan Kraft There is such a thing as giving up too soon. You never, never ever need to give in. In fact, just the opposite is true Your persistence is the world you now live…
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. – – – – –…
Poem: To the tree that lives by the floodplain
It is January 20, 1996 and Jonathan is 16 when he writes this To the Tree That Lives By the Floodplain by Jonathan Kraft I look at you, and see you are so much like me. You know you are…