Ryanne Molinari

Writer. Musician. Worshiper.

Poetry

May 17, 2023

“Lord, Lord” – A Poetic Reflection on Matthew 7:21-23

21 “Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but the one who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. 22 On that day many will say to me, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name, and cast out demons in your name, and do many mighty works in your name?’ 23 And then will… Continue reading

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February 22, 2023

Ash Wednesday

Speak o’er me those desired and dreaded words:Pronounce my death while I yet live and breathe.Adorn me with the burnt kiss of our Lord,Preparing me for glory—and for grief. Say to me what I most long and fear to hear!Announce my life to be of little worthEven as you declare that I am dearTo the… Continue reading

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December 26, 2022

Christmas Trees

I.Beside the road, browning in the breeze,Are th’unadorned and corpselike Christmas trees.Their severed stumps pine for forsaken sod,The rootless forest for a promised Rod. Dangling from a beam of their own bark,They wait in vain for cries of joy or “Hark!”In these rejected trees we find reversedThe truth that He who hangs as such is… Continue reading

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December 19, 2022

After a Children’s Christmas Service

Would the Light of the World have liked light-up shoes?Or eagerly volunteered to switch on the tree?Or struggled not to wiggle when asked to stand and sing? Would he sprint, unsteady, to the altarOr jump merrily from its step—Bowing midair lest He forgetUpon landing? We often consider Him as a baby With all His infant… Continue reading

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June 9, 2022

Gardening Advice

I say to you: do not pull up the weeds. If you begin, it is a lifelong taskAs with each stem and bud you find and graspThree more will seem to spring up from its seeds. Again, I say: don’t bother with the weeds.If they offend, give them some other name;A “wild rose,” although it… Continue reading

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April 15, 2022

Good Friday 2022

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Faith, Grace & Gumption, Poetry

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February 22, 2022

Church Growth Prayer

Teach me, Lord, to number my daysInstead of counting sheep: To live as faithfully for the oneAs for the ninety-nine.May it be as I lay down to sleepThat I rest in the victory you’ve wonBeyond any success I’d claim as mine. Continue reading

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January 9, 2022

Not Like Snow

I do not want to be made white like snowWhich covers and conceals there still belowThe dark and dirt of this our hard-packed earth;It blankets but cannot bring about new birth. Instead, I’ll be the frost that fades away—Made brilliant, burning in the light of day—And, turned to water, washed in bitter deathIs risen as… Continue reading

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January 6, 2022

To Walk Upon Snow

Plowing the streets was necessary,But it leaves me, though safer, sad.In that unblemished blanket from heaven’s stores,I saw for the first time, at last,The gleaming, blinding sparkling oresOf streets made from pure, white gold. I am too heavy to walk this new roadAnd so I dig out the cheap, sturdy, dirty oldPavement that is suited… Continue reading

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December 15, 2021

Publication – The Carpenter

Several of my Advent poems have been published by Agape Review, a newer Christian literary journal. Below is a link to one that has really stuck with me, as well as its text: “The Carpenter” This small pink being in my aching arms is not my own But I am now and ever wholly his.… Continue reading

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I’ve been enjoying writing my own little introductions to hymns, transposing theological concepts into musical ones. Today, for Pentecost Sunday, I used imitation between voices (passing the melody from key to key) to represent the gospel being proclaimed by diverse tongues, tribes, and nations.

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When we first met, we bonded over not knowing what to do with ourselves at weddings. Now, we still don’t know what to do at receptions but at least we don’t know together. 😂

It’s official: I need to stick to black coffee. 😂 But isn’t it gorgeous here? Loving the sunshine after a long Iowan winter.