I look at my own body With eyes no longer blind — And I see that my own hands can make The world that’s in my mind. Then let us hurry, comrades, The road to find.

Final Poem for My Father Misnamed In My Mouth. By Phillip B. Williams. Sunlight still holds you and gives your shapelessness to every room. By noon, the kitchen catches your hands, misshapen ...

Yesterday in church, worship began with one of my favorite songs. We sang “This Is My Father’s World”. This song takes me back to the days when I camped at The Conference Grounds near Dunkirk, NY when ...

When I scratched my knee,Or if I bumped my head.When I was afraid of the dark,Or that thing under my bed.When I cried in the night,Or even in the day.You were there for me,To make it all okay.

This Is Our Dream. I dream a world that sounds like a gentle "good morning," like "sleep tight" at the end of the day, like Ella scatting, a world filled with a universal song. A hallelujah of ...

Not going to lie: This one is kind of my go-to poem about dads. Fathers, just like everyone else aren't perfect — but their flaws are sometimes the most lovable things about them.

LOUISVILLE, Ky. (WHAS11) -- The world knew him as The Greatest, but to his children, he was known as “dad.” “One message he left for everybody of the world is ‘find the Muhammad Ali within ...

LOUISVILLE, Ky. (WHAS11) -- The world knew him as The Greatest, but to his children, he was known as “dad.” “One message he left for everybody of the world is ‘find the Muhammad Ali within ...

LOUISVILLE, Ky. (WHAS11) -- The world knew him as The Greatest, but to his children, he was known as “dad.” “One message he left for everybody of the world is ‘find the Muhammad Ali within ...