Street Light and the Boy

Street Light and the Boy

One late night on a downtown street, A young boy sat by the road. The street light above him shone brightly— The boy was studying his books from school. I watched from a distance and asked myself, “Is he a street boy without a home? What about his parents, is he...

Dance Not For Time But for Eternity

Dance Not For Time But for Eternity

Up in the tree the leaves were green full of life dancing in the wind. A tiny bird came and sat on a leaf The leaf broke off The bird flew away. Life is so fragile like a tiny leaf One little germ one small ache one fall can end your life. Present is passing Nothing...

Ants – A Poem by Dr. KP Yohannan

Ants – A Poem by Dr. KP Yohannan

Tens of thousands like an army they marched Came from who knows where going where only they know. An army of ants climbing the wall carrying their rice and bits of food. I sat down to watch hoping to learn what I could. No confusion they marched well to a tune they...

Tomorrow

Tomorrow

“Tomorrow I will do it,” he said to me and tomorrow came but he died yesterday. KP Yohannan. “Tomorrow.” Dance Not for Time. GFA Books, 2013, p. 213. Click here, to read more articles by Dr. KP Yohannan Metropolitan, or visit Patheos. Go here to know more about Dr. KP...

Seek to Please Jesus and Obey Him

Seek to Please Jesus and Obey Him

"I have a dream," proclaimed Martin Luther King, Jr., in his most famous speech as the leader of the civil rights movement. As a servant of God, I too have a dream! It is to see the Body of Christ changed in such a way that we no longer go to church to be entertained...

When Love is Real

When Love is Real

Two little pebbles were cast into the lake Two little ripples were made in the lake Those two ripples became one in the lake So is friendship when love is real. KP Yohannan. “When Love Is Real.” Dance Not for Time. GFA Books, 2013, p. 22. Click here, to read more...

Same Source

Same Source

There is no rose without the thorns. The life of the rose and of the thorns are from the same source. A bed of roses has destroyed as many lives as did thorns of sorrow and pain. So a saint prayed long ago: “Dear God, Please don’t make me rich lest I forget you and...

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