by McArthur Williams | Jul 8, 2025 | Poetry
I am a flower in a garden with seeds full of hope… Trapped in this flower bed full of weeds… As we grow, my destiny is written—Within these weeds, I will choke… Soil full of tears, But the soil is dry…A garden full of contemplations,The only...
by McArthur Williams | Jul 1, 2025 | Musings
The phrase used during Donald Trump’s election campaign was a very interesting one: Make America Great Again — often shortened to MAGA. It’s a slogan I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about. Not out of political loyalty or protest, but because it...
by McArthur Williams | Jun 20, 2025 | Poetry, Spanish
Tuve una visión. Vi a un hombre, aunque no podía verle el rostro. Parecía estar en una misión. Caminaba por un caminoestrecho, un sendero llamado Paz, que se extendía tan lejoscomo los ojos podían ver. A pesar de la lluvia, el granizo,...
by McArthur Williams | Jun 20, 2025 | Poetry
I had a vision. There was a man I couldn’t clearly see, but I knew he was on a mission. He walked a narrow road—one called Peace. It stretched farther than the eye could see. No matter the weather—rain, sleet, or disaster—nothing could knock this incredible man...
by McArthur Williams | Jun 9, 2025 | Lessons
My Sunday started out like any other day. I woke up and wanted to make sure that my pants matched my shirt and shoes. I wanted to eat breakfast before we left to go to Sunday school at 9 a.m. I was staying the summer with my grandparents in Beckley, West...
