Poet and author
Illness, in the form of a non-malignant brain tumor, forced me out of the workplace about 14 years ago. I was at that time already a member of the Arizona State Poetry Society and writing poetry was occupying an increasingly important place in my life. The idea of doing my own book has only developed in the last several years, and I am grateful for the encouragement and assistance of some kind friends in helping make it happen.
My poetry springs, first of all, from the fact that I am a Christian. I am convinced that the Christian faith is true, that the Bible is a reliable document, and that that book and the book of nature reveal to us a God who is powerful, creative, and loving. It is my hope and prayer that these poems will bless those who read them and will bring honor and praise to God.
The second major source of inspiration is living in Arizona. We moved here in 1987, and I love the desert beauty that surrounds us. That also figures significantly in what I write. I am grateful to God for putting us in this place.
Take an hour and settle into your favorite chair.
Reading Rhonda Brown’s poems is sure to transport you to another realm where what is rarely seen, though perhaps vaguely sensed, is verbalized in the beauty of her stunning poetry.
The under-appreciated desert habitat comes alive in her word pictures. Each poem deepens one’s admiration and wonder at the desert and her craftsmanship.
From there one is ushered into secret rooms of praise that are anything but shallow. Colorful. Heartfelt. Deep. Personal. Beautiful.
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The Word Became Flesh The Incarnation is the wonderful, amazing, supernatural event that is at the center of Christmas. I posted articles by a couple of different people discussing the Incarnation. Here are the links. “…the first thing to know about Christmas is...
One of the poetry groups I belong to meets in a local community center, and on the Saturday that we gather, just down the hall a group of wood carvers is meeting.
We had a wonderful time, enjoying Alex’s graduation, spending time with son Tim and his wife Marianne and with Alex’s sisters, who traveled up from Texas.
I have written a number of blog post about my poetry that you might find interesting here: Poet Monk Blogs