The Green Meadow

Friends gather at the yard—

by car, bus, bike, scooter, or on foot, if you please.

On sacred ground, we lift our voices,

sweetly praising Jesus,

for here stands the House of Praise,

and the Spirit of the Lord dwells within.

May the songs we sing rise to Heaven,

pleasing You,

as we have come together,

seeking the Lord,

here at the yard,

on this hallowed ground.

Scott L.

Born Blessed in South Korea in 1969 and raised in Baltimore, I’ve built a career with 20 years in customer service and 10 years in behavioral health. The crowning jewel of my studies came when I earned the only passing grade of an A from a Harvard professor — a true master of the craft of Shakespeare

And the English language, whose guidance opened the gateway to worlds of imagination, discipline, and wonder.

Married for 25 years, I share the good life with two dogs (Isabella and Juliet) and one cat named Maddie. In my free time, I enjoy writing, biking, gospel music, and spending time with my pastor and friends.

https://www.eastwindpoems.site
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