Time of Singing

quarterly Christian poetry journal from Wind & Water Press

Time of Singing is a literary Christian poetry journal that strives to be challenging yet accessible. TOS welcomes poetry that tackles spiritual themes and issues without religious jargon or sentimentality. The art of poetry, even Christian poetry, invites the reader to wrestle with the questions, like Jacob wrestled with the angel, so don’t provide easy answers or solve problems. I don't publish sermons in poetry form or greeting card poetry, both of which have valid but different purposes. 


I have published poets from U.S., Canada, UK, Russia, Mexico, France, Slovakia, Albania, Australia, New Zealand, South Africa, and Zimbabwe. My journal is now in its 51st volume, a not-too-small feat in the world of publishing.


I encourage you to pick up a back issue for a small fee ($5) to sample some great poetry and support small press "indie" publishing. Make checks/money orders payable to Wind & Water Press.


Subscriptions (4 issues) are $23 (US) annually. You get 3 forty page issues and one 24 page issue.


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Trust the reader to enter the space you create and get the “aha.”


I publish free verse, forms, and fresh rhyme. I strongly suggest checking out my sample poems and/or purchasing a back issue to study so you know what I'm looking for. Please, no sermons that rhyme or "greeting card" type verse, which have value but in other contexts. 

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Sample Poems

Revelation 

 Charles A. Waugaman

Lamb at my door,

patient, persistent, knocking so gently

to enter and dine,

are you threatened by darkness?

Have the thorns torn your clothing?

Are you lost from your sheepfold

that you'd settle for mine?


To open my door demands I dismantle

the bricks and the barricade

built of my fear.

Oh, Lamb, so unfriended

when I am defenseless, who can protect us

if danger is near?


Then come to my arms, Lamb.

At least we've each other

though storm overarches and wind snuffs my fire.

How can it be that you glow with such beauty,

illumine my terrors,

embrace and inspire?


Oh, Lamb of my life,

so warm so unscratchingly wooly,

what is this wound that my fingers caress?

How is it I feel the roar of the lion,

the staff of the Shepherd,

and wish for white linen

in which I might dress?


Lamb in my arms,

though I hold, you embrace me. 

Though fatally wounded,                           

you stand and give life.

Enthroned in my praise, you put crowns

on my forehead.

Worshiped, you offer me honor,

and though I give welcome,

I am the cherished,

and feasted,

and wed.


from The Word Incarnate, Elin Grace Publishing, 2003

 


The Kitchen Clock

Elizabeth Howard

I.

By rights, the sunburst

clock should have stopped

when she died, all cooking

at the antique range, all

solitary meals at the dinette

table ceased, the centerpiece

of pink rosebuds vanished;

but perversely, the silent

clock started again,

ticked on for months,

erratic as her heartbeats

during the final weeks,

the time out-of-kilter

a.m. confused with p.m.


II.

"The clock," I say,

it my turn to choose a memento.

They look at me askance, but I add it to my keepsakes.


Crossville, Tennessee

Copyright 1998 Elizabeth Howard

White Lilies

H. Edgar Hix 

You Who walked
the crossed streets of Jerusalem
like the waves of the Sea of Galilee.
You Who drank
Your own blood
and passed it out as wine.
You who broke Your body
and brought it back,
bread from Heaven
baked in Hell.
You Who stepped back
into a thunder of clouds
and will step forward
out of a cloud of thunders.
We remember with lilies.
For some reason,
we remember all this fire
with delicate white lilies.

Minneapolis, Minnesota 
Copyright 1998 H. Edgar Hix

Time of Singing

A Journal of Christian Poetry

A Publication of Wind & Water Press


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Time Of Singing

P.O. Box 5276

Conneaut Lake, PA  16316


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