St. Agnes

St. Agnes
12-year old martyr

A pagan’s threats failed to intimidate
God’s lovely virgin, born to Roman wealth.
“No matter how you torture me,” she stated,
“I’ll keep my purity though I lose health.”

The prefect roared, “You’ll be a prostitute,”
And soldiers dragged her naked through the streets.
She prayed; God grew her hair like bamboo shoots
And covered her, her modesty complete.

She kept her purity throughout her stay,
And when men tried to take her purity,
God struck them blind at once, and when she prayed,
The prefect’s son revived, and she went free.

Bloodthirsty Romans tried her for her faith
And tried to burn the maiden at the stake, but no,
The piled wood would not burn; in disarray,
A red-faced captain stabbed her through her throat.

Her story tells believers to be sure
They too can stand and practice holiness,
For holiness was possible for her,
And Agnes kept her faith even to death.

Enemies of the Christian faith abound,
And they will flourish as the darkness grows.
May saints stand firm until the end, when, crowned
Like monarchs, they will walk in pure white clothes.

~Day Williams

Tahoe Tobin

Two scientists search for the Loch Ness Monster and they gather eggs. they go to Lake Tahoe and lose an egg. The egg hatches and becomes a green monster, Tahoe Tobin, King of Lake Tahoe. The fun and the danger begin when Tobin meets another monster, Tahoe Tessie.

by Day Williams

Illustrated by Kasey Snow

“Light of Day” by Day Williams

Review: Day Williams has this to offer to FedEx: The Lord detests/ Unequal weights,/ So make it fair/When you ship freight. “Light of Day” is filled with such gold dust and nuggets, as though the author were some miner who’s still panning for gold and knows many of the creeks that flow in the range of mountains God has given him to explore. In this case, the mountains are the word of God, and the undaunted poet has accepted the Holy Spirit’s guidance through the fearsome Hindu Kush and Himalayas.
I’ve been using Day’s poems for my devotions, and they don’t disappoint. In fact, I liken many of his poems to passages by Charles Haddon Spurgeon, Emily Dickinson, and even William Blake. How does Blake’s “London” begin? “I wander through each chartered street/ Near to where the chartered Thames doth flow/ And mark in every face I meet, / Marks of weakness, marks of woe.” Williams’ poems have much the same photographic and clean spareness. “Don’t pay men back/ For what they’ve done- /Give God some room…/ Put down your gun.” These poems make me open my Bible, so they really are nuggets; only these nuggets feed my soul with God’s wisdom. I’m a man who wants revenge, and I need God to intervene- and He has, through His word and through this poem.
I once had a book of mystical poems that were driven by theology and were so obscure that I turned to God’s word and stayed there, never returning to the dusty volume on my table. I cast it aside for being to ethereal; it went on the shelf, then to the Salvation Army when I moved out. “Light of Day isn’t like that. This is a book to cherish, and I know it will be perusing it for many years to come. I believe it is the best book Day Williams has ever written. May it stand the test of time and rise in Christian consciousness out of the morass of

~review by Jim Palm

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