Poetry

I may speak in the tongues of men, even angels; but if I lack love, I have become merely blaring brass or a cymbal clanging. 1 Corinthians 13:1

You

by Susan Fridinger | Oct 28, 2022 | Poetry

You ... and only you … see the breadth, height, and depth of me.

Imagine

by Susan Fridinger | Mar 16, 2020 | Poetry

In the stillness my imagination takes me away . . . to the ocean where I hear the calm assurance of the rhythmic waves gently breaking and feel the salty mist on my face.

All Creatures

by Susan Fridinger | Jan 19, 2020 | Poetry, Travels

"All things bright and beautiful . . ."

Dusty Feet

by Susan Fridinger | Nov 25, 2019 | Inspiration, Poetry

As she kneels, heart in anguish, her whole being is enveloped within His tranquil soul.

Sacred Holiness

by Susan Fridinger | Jun 20, 2019 | Inspiration, Poetry

in you I live, move, and have my being . . .

Ever Never

by Susan Fridinger | Jun 14, 2019 | Poetry

Until now never have I ever, known such love; and without it, never do I ever want to live . . .

I Am

by Susan Fridinger | May 12, 2019 | Poetry, Roles

Being who I am meant to be . . .

The Way

by Susan Fridinger | May 12, 2019 | Poetry, Travels

Oh that I could be there . . .

Once

by Susan Fridinger | May 12, 2019 | Poetry

the beauty of a rose . . .

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You

by Susan Fridinger | Oct 28, 2022 | Poetry

You ... and only you … see the breadth, height, and depth of me.

Imagine

by Susan Fridinger | Mar 16, 2020 | Poetry

In the stillness my imagination takes me away . . . to the ocean where I hear the calm assurance of the rhythmic waves gently breaking and feel the salty mist on my face.