Christmas Eve

Guest Writer: Angela Hibbard

The lights are twinkling all around

Little children blinking as they're bedded down

When all is quiet the corner stirs

A glassy eye turns and observers 

All all the little penguins prepare for the morning.

Almost Christmas

Eating sweets
Probably too many
But who cares right now.

Shooing the cat
Away from the tree.
She eats it and makes messes.

Joking about secrets
Especially with those
Who hate surprises.

Making food
More food than I'll eat
But someone else will.

I think it's almost Christmas


Singing carols
Maybe off key
But who cares right now

Bringing friends
In to our home
A joyous time together.

The name of Jesus
On every lip
In every store and song and life.

Eyes glowing in the
Advent light
So pure and beautiful and bright.

It must be almost Christmas.

Colors of Christmas

Red

Streams everywhere

Decorating trees and lights and lampposts

The color of flowers and hats

The color of blood

Shed for us

The color of love.

Green

Evergreen branch

Makes trees and garland and centerpieces

The color of leaves and twigs

The color of life

Given to us

The color of eternity.

Gold

Ribbons twirl

Shines in every light and star and dangle

The color of laughter and jewelry

The color of perfection

Brought to us

The color of a King.

Blue

Icicles drip

Paints skies and trees and fingertips

The color of dresses and ice

The color of angels

Call goodwill

The color of peace.

White

Snow sparkles

Powders houses and yards and nativities

The color of clean and bright

The color of light

Shines out

The color of joy.

Silent Night?

"Silent night,"
You murmur as harried shoppers
Bustle past you
Worrying about presents.
"Is it really?"
You stroke the beautiful
Fragile gifts.
Fragile gifts to heal fragile relationships.

You pass through churches
Filled with the same stress as
Harried shoppers.
"Holy night?"
What's so holy
About the strain and stress.

There's no snow tonight
And it does nothing to heal your
Confused soul.
But the biting winds fight your path.
A little child tugs on your sleeve.
Her mother frets
Her father worries
But her wide eyes are filled with wonder.
"Merry Christmas!"
Her little voice chirrups.

You kneel before her,
The wind no longer cold.
"Merry Christmas. It's a joyful
New Year, is it not?"
She smiles, suddenly shy,
But it's enough.
You brush the boughs of a
Christmas tree
And the radio plays songs
Of Christ's coming.
"Stille Nacht."
You murmur.
"It is really."

On this glorious Christmas Eve
Surrounded by the candlelight
And the peaceful faces
In the beauty of the little church,
You breathe deeply.
"Heilige Nacht."
Such a holy night.

World of Dreams

You can stand before thousands
Singing with a voice like breathy clouds
Play a melody like earth has not beheld
Dance like the wind lights your steps
Speak with power and might.

Or you can fade into history
Unnamed, like the whispering wind that fades.
Unknown, like the little stray cat.
Fragile, like the butterfly that flits around your head
Fading, like the wildflowers that wilt in your arms.

But my dream is for this,
To fade away into history,
But like the wind, tickle a hair to draw a laugh
But like the little cat, bring comfort when tears flow down
But like the butterfly, spark curiosity
But like the wildflowers, bring joy for their brightness.

New Life

She was scared.
She was lonely.
Her heart was breaking in two,
But she had to smile.
She could cry
When she was alone,
But now,
She had to smile.
To lie.

But He lifted her,
His gentle hand
Wiped the tears away.
“You’re not alone.”
Were the blessed words on his lips.
 “I love you.” 
He gently kissed her stained,
Broken hand,
A hand covered in the ashes,
Dirt,
And shame
Of a thousand wrongs.
And as she left
The dirt and pain,
He made her beautiful
In His radiance.
She leaned on Him
And realized
She could stand.
She fell to her knees
Before Him
And found herself
Raised
In new life.
She released the black
Darkness inside her
And was filled
With light from Him alone.

Seasons

Little birds
Chirping from their little nests.
Blossoms and flowers
Everywhere.
All things are new.

Little children
Laughing in their little swings.
Growth and life
Everywhere.
All things are growing.

Little leaves
Fall from their little trees.
Colors and beauty
Everywhere.
All things are changing.

Little icicles
Drip from their little eaves.
Crisp and cold
Everywhere.
All things are bright.

Clearly

Clearly
I see now.
Not through these shattered,
Dirty lenses.
It's strange.
I've never seen clearly.
I've always seen through my
Brokenness.
Shattered lenses manipulate
Every view.
But now, it's as if
My eyes are healed.
I don't needed my brokenness.

But it's so hard to release.
You don't understand.
I hurt, and I can't let go.
It's the kind of pain
You get attached to.
Like slicing into your arm
But instead it's your soul.

Light still hurts my eyes
Seeing without the damper
Of brokenness.
But I realize it cleanses me
It heals me.
Someday I'll see
Clearly.

I Am Enough

I am enough.

Though the wind blows around me

It beats me down

Whispers lies to my heart.

I am enough.

Though the branches slap my face

As I run away

From the pain of yesterday.

I am enough.

Though the waves are set against me

As I stand before them

They leap over my head.

"You are enough."

I tell you as you cry tears of loneliness

Curled up in a corner

Wrapped in your pain.

I am enough.

Because I am a child of God

I can do more

But I will do no less.

Shattered Diamonds

She stands erect
Hooded hollows shield her eyes
As they stroke
Their never-ending dance across the sky.
Her hand stretches out
Slender twigs brush his cheek
Brush away the shattered
Diamonds cascading to the ground.

Soft strokes scratch his soft, bearded cheek
As he gazes, awestruck
At her hooded stars
They no longer glow bright
No diamonds grace their rim
Perched precariously around the edge.
Luscious crimson roses smile,
Gentle thornless hands fondle
Children’s faces.

As she laughs, her stars still dim,
But as she cries, diamonds fall away.
Diamonds filled with bitter, sweet
Salt
Shattering under a pressure
Not many can brace against.
But the stars shine bright
As the tears make way for
Laughter, joy,
Starbright.
Starlight.

Time

Tick, tock,
Tick, tock.
Hours, minutes, seconds,
Fly by like a flash.
Tock, tick,
Tock, tick,
Why must time keep marching
Its never ending march?

Newborn

Laughter,

As I tickle your tiny tummy.

Cooing, 

As I kiss your little head.

Crying,

As I rock you to sleep.

Squealing,

As I swoop you into the air.

Snoring,

As you drool on my shoulder.

Falling

Help me, I cry.
I’m falling
Shattering
As I hit the floor.
Tears like shards
Glass broken
Heartless
I cry, help me.
What can I do?
Who am I?
Where am I?
Heartless
I scream
Punch the air
Can I escape
This prison?
Help me, I cry.
I cry, help me.

I Wonder

I wonder at the oak so tall.

How did you get to be
So tall?
    So tall?
So tall?
I wonder at the rose so red.
How did you get to be
So red?
  So red?
So red?
I wonder at the grass so green.
How did you get to be
So green?
So green?
So green?


I wonder at that hand so long.
How did you get to be
So long?
So long?
So long?
I wonder at those lips so red.
How did you get to be
So red?
So red?
So red?
I wonder at these eyes so green.
How did you get to be
So green?
So green?
So green?


The oak wonders at me so small.
How did you get to be
So small?
So small?
So small?
The rose wonders at me so frail.
How did you get to be
So frail?
So frail?
So frail?
The the grass wonders at me so pale.
How did you get to be
So pale?
So pale?
So pale?


God looks at me so small
I made you to be
So small.
So small.
So small.
God looks at me so frail.
I made you to be
So frail.
So frail.
So frail.
God looks at me so pale.
I made you to be
So pale.
So pale.
So pale.


And God looks at that hand so long.
I made it to be
So long.
So long.
So long.
And God looks at those lips so red.
I made them to be
So red.
So red.
So red.
And God looks at these eyes so green.
I made them to be
So green.
So green.
So green.


And I smile at the oak so tall.
I know how you get to be
So tall.
So tall.
So tall.
And I smile at the rose so red.
I know how you get to be
So red.
So red.
So red.
And I smile at the grass so green.
I know how to you get to be
So green.
So green.
So green.


Though I know not how.
God made the oak
So tall.
So tall.
So tall.
Though I know not how.
God made my hand
So long.
So long.
So long.
Though I know not how.
God made me
So small.
So small.
So small.


Though I know not how
God made the rose
So red.
So red.
So red.
Though I know not how.
God made my lips
So red.
So red.
So red.
Though I know not how.
God made me
So frail.
So frail.
So frail.


Though I know not how.
God made the grass
So green.
So green.
So green.
Though I know not how.
God made my eyes
So green.
So green.
So green.
Though I know not how
God made me
So pale.
So pale.
So pale.

Cheese

Golden yellow or maybe pale
Hard or soft
So very tasty.
I love cheese
Mozzarella
Parmesan
Or cheddar.
In eggs
Lasagna
Or straight up.
Shredded
Sliced
Or fried.
I love cheese.

Contentment

I stand at the edge of the sea
Wrapped in darkness
Enthralled by the hypnotic dance
Of the waves at my feet.
As I close my eyes and lift my head
To the skies above
Drops fall on my face
Mingling with my tears.
Wind wraps around my body
Blowing my hair forward
Twisting tendrils around me.
Life calls to life as I lift my hands
Praising He who made all this.

Sensing Anxiety

Do you hear?
The tension in the air
Like a violin string
Stretched too taut.

Do you feel?
The whisper of the trees
Breathing all around
Expounding their many secrets.

Do you taste?
The many colors of water
Wrapping around you
Smothering your senses.

Do you see?
The acrid rain
Falling, falling, falling
Into your lifted face.

Do you smell?
The tasteless,
Soundless,
Blinding,
Intangible,
Mass.
And yet it covers all senses.
Confusing,
Suffocating,
Agonizing,
Lifeless.

Church Bells

Dong, Dong, Dong.
Church bells ring
Dong, Dong, Dong.
Like ascending tones of tears
Dong, Dong, Dong.
Falling, falling, falling.
Dong, Dong, Dong.
Mourning,
For it seems morning
Will never come.
Dong, Dong, Dong.
Crying
Goes hand in hand with
Lying.
Dong, Dong, Dong.
I am fine
I do not weep.
Dong, Dong, Dong.
But the church bells
Echo inside my heart.
Dong, Dong, Dong.
Beating the march
Of my own demise.
Dong, Dong, Dong.
I am fine.
I will always mourn.
I am fine.

Cinderspell

A young man sits in his palace
Strong, proud, and dark.
He will rule soon o’er all the lands.
But now and here
He must choose a bride.
His father wills that he would wed
From far off.
The advisers wish he would
Choose one of their daughters.
But he cares not for that.
For nearby there lives
A pretty orphan heiress
With beauty greater than the mountains
‘Round about his home.

But her beauty is nothing to him
For she is as dangerous
As lovely.
Though barely of age
She guides her servants
With wisdom and strength
Her gentleness belies
Every core of the land.
Despite her stepmother’s strong hand
She flourishes.
She cannot be left alone.

So a ball is arranged
For all the ladies of the land.
A girl from far off,
To please his father.
The highborn butterflies
For the sake of the advisers.
And her.
She stands strong and proud
A dress of blue and purple
Like the sky and clouds
Only accentuates her charm.
Her neckline is made of winged creatures
Not butterflies, but dragons
Beautiful, but deadly.

The act of loving her was easy
Too easy.
The prince almost frowns as they twirl
Like birds in an endless dance.
As they steal away together,
He is almost gentle
As he returns her clutch
To her white, slender hand.
Does her spell
Cast a blight on his mind?

As midnight approaches
She dashes away
Leaving behind naught but a slipper
Even as he touches it
He feels her magic coursing
Through his veins.
He cannot fight it
He must find her.
She will be his.

As he rides to her home
Dragons flit around his head.
They settle on slender boughs
Examining his spell-covered eyes
With their own slanted ones.
They are tiny, the deadly pests,
But they are beautiful.
Dark blues, golden hues
Blood red, green as the hills.
Everywhere he turns,
There is the fatal beauty
Of the charming girl.

None but the stepmother
Answers the door
Claiming the girl is not there.
But he breaks past,
Rebuking her strongly.
But as he happens to pass
A clear voice
 Strong and enchanting.
At the head of the stairs
Stands a dragon
Taller than he
With scales of shimmering blue.
Her wings are furled ‘round her.
And she descends in gracious glory.

There was no fairy godmother
No magic spell.
For the devious stepmother
Had enslaved a dragon
Of the highest order.
She could not flee
Nor could she retaliate
But she used her superior charm
And deadly beauty
To spread word of her capture.

Finally the prince had rescued her
By his cold invitation.
And now she was clothed
In her former glory.
And now the dark prince
Has wed his deadly, yet gentle bride.
And so their tale was cloaked
 In gentleness and prosperity
The dark prince and his dragon bride.

Broken

She sings before thousands
Perfect, smiling, beautiful.
But inside there are
Shards
Broken pieces
Of her heart.
At night alone she cries.
She tells others of
Amazing love,
But when she’s alone
She screams her pain into the night.

Everyone sees his image
Handsome outer smile.
But in his heart
He’s scarred
Like those red lines on his arms.
He scoffs
At that girl with her Bible,
Yet he’s hungry
For her radiance.

Fire

Ever changing, ever burning,
Passion and destruction
Are synonymous with me.
Love and pain
Go hand in hand with my powers.
Fleeting is the apex of my fury,
But the embers of my revenge will burn
For a time and forever.

Breathe

Touch the sky
With an outstretched hand.
Reach the sea
With the tip of a toe.
Lift the earth
With sifting fingers.
Brush the fire
With a breath of air.
Breathe in air
With lungs expanding.

Crafted

Close your eyes
Bask in the brilliance.
Sing a new song
Of grace and forgiveness.
Don’t let your heart be troubled
The altar is open.
The Lord is patient
He will guide you.
Trust in Him alone.
Let go of your pain
Let go of your hurt
Let go of your fear
Just be held.
You are extraordinary
You are unique.
You are a child of God
Crafted by Him.

Lost Truth

Follow the trail of time

Civilizations rise and fall

Past, present, and future.

But the rush of Life 

Fades now.

Past it was a river

Wider than a lake.

Present is a stream

But too wide to cross.

What of our future?

A trickle, a ditch.

Step across.

It's just a slight jump.

The Truth has slipped

Through our fingers,

And those who believe

Are few.

Will we reclaim?

Will we see?

It is lost in the flow

Of our mysterious future.

Wind

I lift my voice to the skies
Thread it through the air.
I drop my voice to the sea
Spread it through the waters.
I lift my song to the hills
And breathe it through the valleys.
My lullaby sends the rocks to sleep
And wakes the trees from their slumber.
But I finally drop to brush
The hair of a girl
That braves my storm.

Children of Light

Have you seen this darkness,

That surrounds us like a blight?

There seems naught that we can do

To combat its dreadful march.

But remember, my little children,

That we are lights.

Darkness can do naught against us,

But our own fear works wonders in the night.

Soon the morning comes,

And then there is not cause for fear.

For we are children of light,

We do not belong to the darkness,

And the darkness cannot combat us.

So do not fear.

Come

Come to the verge of the water
Gaze across the expanse.
Feel the pull and the power
Of the endless skin of blue.
Where does the sky meet the sea?

Come to the height of the mountain
Staring across the lands.
Brace your mind and body
Against the tug and push of the wind.
Where do the roots of the mountains lay?

Come to the midst of the desert
Survey for miles in every direction
See the rain falling like dust
See the rolling hills like waves.
Where does the sea lie?

Come to the edge of the forest
Inhale the scent of many trees
Feel the rough bark brush your fingers.
Hear the cry of many creatures.
What dwells 'neath the green canopy?

Tornado

Turning, twisting, spinning.

Swirling terrors

Of endless destruction.

Mile after mile,

Havoc follows it everywhere.

Twisting rotation,

Of endless rage,

Until, finally, at blessed last,

The twirling terror stops.

Do Not Fear

Do not fear,
Do not worry,
I am here for you.

Do not run,
Do not hide,
I will care for you.

Don’t be scared,
Don’t be shy,
I will love you.

Let your heart open,
Let your walls down,
I will heal them.

Your soul is shattered,
But I can heal you,
If you let Me.

True love can be yours,
If only you open
Up your heart to Me.

Sing

Sing with joy,

Do you not understand?

That joy, on this earth,

Doesn't always mean perfection.

An off key note

Is not deprecating. 

So sing unto the Lord a new song

With your heart.

Animal Whimsies

I love you

I hate you

I am a queen.

Adore me, please?

I reign over all

My glory unmatched.

You will bow

To my every command.

If you do not,

I will kill

With my brain.

I am too lazy

To do otherwise.

My whims require

Your instant

Immediate

Attention.

I hate you

I love you.

I am a cat.

Love and Stress

Can you feel your heartbeat

Beating ever faster? 

Your hands shaking 

Your fingers trembling.

Do I describe love or fear?

But they are not the same

Despite these limited descriptions.

For this is the reaction

To compassion in love.

And the reaction to this 

Is gentle.

But in fear 

It seems that no one sees

There is no smile

To comfort you.

Wedding

Bells are ringing
Children singing,
It's a joyous celebration.
Laughter, dancing
Eating cake and icing.
Boy and girl
Become man and woman
With joy and sadness.
White and gold
Beauty and grace.
All parts of this
Glorious day.

The Tale of Albadon

There was a king of Albadon
Who was so strong and fierce.
He ruled over his people
With a strong and mighty hand.
His realm was feared across the land
For all its power, might!
But the last king of Albadon
Fell to the sword.

But Albadon still was a land
Of power, glory, might.
And now there rose a queene
Who was so fair and proud.
Her beauty was acclaimed
Across the worlds and lands!
But the last queene of Albadon
Fell to her pride.

So Albadon had fallen
There was no ruler there.
There came a time in which
Chaos ruled the land,
It seemed that all was lost.
Albadon would die.
Order was brought at last
But it was false and feared.

Finally there rose a child
Who was acclaimed as Queene.
But she feared for her life so long
For she was little loved.
So when her lover died
The child ran away.
And Albadon at last
Faded into mist.

Times and times passed
And Albadon grew tired.
But suddenly a warrior
Stood forth from the rest.
She led her people into war
To save them from the mist.
And no blood of Albadon
Was shed that day but hers.

There was a Queene of Albadon
Who was fair and strong.
She ruled o’er her people
With a loving hand of power.

And so the tale of Albadon
Is closed like this:
Be like the warrior,
Not the Queen,
The king ,
Or the child.

The Sea

Can you hear the sea?
Wooshing swirling
Swooshing.
Can you feeling it swirling
Around your ankles?
Do you see the vastness
The immeasurable vastness?
What is this glory?
It is beauty
And power
And strength.

Almighty

We sing
We dance
We play.
Or do we?
Do we just
Vocalize our notes
Sway to the music,
Please a little kid?
And we wonder
Why we find no joy.
Why there is
No wonder in song
No wildness in dance
No laughter in play.
We have forgotten these things.

But if there is laughter
Where can we hear it?
If there is wonder
Where can we see it?
If there is wildness
Where can we feel it?

We find it in One.
One Word
One Hope
One Almighty
One Creator
One Savior
One God
One Song.
Almighty.

Darkness

The pain of a loss empties us
It surrounds our hearts
Like a film.
It crushes our minds
Until we wish we could not feel.
But if we do not feel
How do we laugh?
If we do not feel
How do we rejoice?
If we do not feel
We do not ache,
And we become heartless,
Slaves of an unsaleable darkness
By all but the light we have scorned.
For our hearts are light,
When we lean on the Light,
But they are heavy,
When we scorn all feeling.
If we do feel,
How alive are we?

The Storm

The stillness oppresses

Crushing me like a stone.

Yet I remain, exultant

And at peace.

For I feel not the stillness,

Nor feel the crushing weight.

For I see the storm

And I hear the rolling thunder.

The falling rain drops strike my cheek

And caress my arms. 

The storm is beautiful to me.

Can You Feel?

Can you feel the maelstrom
Of your heart swirling?
As something far to strong,
Pulls you into a whirling,
Hurling, shatter mass,
Of timbers and wreckage.

Can you hear the hurt
Of your soul crying?
As you leave it in the dirt,
For a life so fulfilling.
Or so draining and painful,
You cannot decide.

How much will we give for power,
How far will we go for glory?
But another should have the power,
And He should have every glory,
But we shatter ourselves instead,
Searching for something we cannot find.

Can you feel the peace
That comes with joy?
There is such a release
That accompanies this joy.
For our strength is not ourselves,
But our Lord. We must follow Him.

My Sister is Crazy

My sister is crazy.

Have you heard the news?

My sister is not mentally right.

She does strange things,

Like knitting and quilting.

She likes weird things,

Like Amish fiction and cats.

My sister is crazy.

She tries to read my books.

When they’re not actually books yet.

My sister is crazy.

My sister is weird. 

Sometimes she might take over the world.

But she crochets instead,

Or plays with her Daleks.

My sister, let me tell you,

Is weird.

But I love her anyway,

Because who isn't weird?

And, after all, I do write poetry,

And you don't get much weirder than that.

My sister is crazy,

And that's why I love her.

School Problems

I am sad,
For a very good reason.
You see, though my school
Is currently all about poems,
They will not let me write one.
I do not understand
This mystery, for I have always
Done this before.
But they want me to write a paper.
Of all things to force me into,
They have made me write a paper.

Apples

Crunchy or mushy,
Sweet or tart.
Have your pick.
Bright reds,
Soft yellows,
Bold greens,
All here for the taking.
Larger than your fist,
Or barely larger than your palm.
Eat it all up,
Or leave behind a core,
Even a skin,
If you so will.

Spring

Birds are singing
Trees are blooming.
A touch of warmness
Lights the air.
April showers and May flowers
Grace the land.
"This is good,"
You say.
Yet you have not heard
The fullness of my tale.
For 'tis only February!
If you go by a calendar.

Kids

Children giggle,
Light feet patter.
Their hearts a-soar,
With the beauties
That only they can see.
Light made tangible,
In the beat of these little hearts.

Distracted plodding,
A heavy heart.
Bowed shoulders,
Heavy with a load unseen.
The soft sound of feet,
Cause the head to lift.
The lips part in a smile.

All the romance in the world,
Could not make her laugh like this.
Nothing could compare,
To the joy in her heart
As little arms wrap around her.
Small though they may be,
Reckless and messy,
Their hearts make mine soar.

Do You Know?

Do you know? Have you heard?
Jesus is calling.
Jesus is calling.

Wissen Sie? Hast du gehört?
Jesus ruft.
Jesus ruft.

¿Tú sabes? ¿Has oído?
Jesús está llamando.
Jesús está llamando.

Savez-vous? As-tu entendu?
Jésus appelle.
Jésus appelle.

Lo sai? Hai sentito?
Gesù sta chiamando.
Gesù sta chiamando.

Czy wiesz? Słyszałeś?
Jezus woła.
Jezus woła.

Víš? Slyšel jsi?
Ježíš volá.
Ježíš volá.

Scisne? Numquid tamen audistin?
Iesus autem vocans.
Iesus autem vocans.

Hearken All

Hearken all,
To the trumpet sound,
Summon all the peoples
For the King must speak to you.
The King has a message,
For each and every one.
Can you hear the trumpet sound?
The King wants to speak to you,
And tell you that He loves you,
For this is in His ways.
Hearken all,
The King must speak to you.

Alliterations

Lots of loopy lemurs,
Coolly chilling cozily,
On a knoll or a knot.
Twirling, twisting tweezers;
Poor perplexed poems.
This is such sport.
For four fore.

This poem makes no sense,
On this we can agree.
But confusion always runs rampant,
On my manic Mondays.
So I bid you hold on tight,
If you’re on for the ride,
For sanity is so far from here,
You’ll have to build a rocket
If you want to return to the sane world.

A Love Story

A tiny little world,

Formed with just a word.

Forms made out of dust,

Their breath just a fraction

Of the One who created them.

Glorious perfection surrounded them,

On a world made for their delight.

But they scorned it,

Wishing instead for power of their own.

They got their power,

But with it came a price,

As does every sin.

Perfection was theirs no longer;

Pain now marked their path.

A living death was theirs,

But still there was One,

Who loved them, despite their scorn.

Their idolatry was their pain

And their lover.

But the Almighty who created them

Did not forget them.

In His love, He sent His Son,

His only Son, slain from the foundation of the earth.

Out of love for the beings of dust,

The Son died a painful death,

The perfect sacrifice for the world.

The Creator turned His face away,

From His beloved son.

Their sins were covered,

But those who knew the Son mourned,

For He was dead and in the grave,

Death had won at last,

Or so it seemed to their finite minds.

But the third day arrived, and with it a defeat.

As foretold from before the foundation.

Death was defeated at last,

And the scars of generations of painful lust

Could be washed away under the blood

Of the One slain from the foundation of the world.

But some refused the gift;

Others took it lightly,

Thinking they were fine alone.

But the Son ascended into heaven,

Leaving men to spread the news,

While He prepared a place for those who loved Him.

When their time in sin-soaked flesh was through,

They would be welcomed,

Under the Son’s righteousness

Into the presence of the Almighty.

But They did not leave those faithful few alone.

The Spirit came to guide and protect them.

The divine Protector, holy and just,

And triune with the Creator and the Son.

He lives inside each one who is fired

By the good news that has been told,

Empowering them to spread the Word everywhere.

The Son, having come once in peace,

Will return again.

This time, however, He will wage war on those

Who have seduced and hurt His people.

Death has been defeated, but on this day

He will fall, and those who worshiped him

Will fall as well, never knowing their Creator’s grace.

But the faithful will come

To the places the Son prepared for them.

May it be said to all of them,

“Well done, good and faithful servant.”

As they enter into perfection.

The marriage supper of the Lamb will come

And there will be sin no more.

But those days in which the Son returns,

Have not yet come.

So go, spread the news He has burdened us with.

For we are His faithful,

And His fire will not burn against us.

The enemy can do nothing to harm us,

But we must pull the others away from the cliff

That gives way to the fire of the Creator’s wrath.

How Can We?

How can we fathom
The depths of the ocean
And the secrets it contains?

How can we dream
Of worlds far away
And stars shining so bright?

How can we laugh
Laugh at sorrow
And laugh at love?

How can we sing
Songs so sorrowful
And songs so joyous?

How can we love
The loves that we had
But cherish those we have?

How can we live
Live without love
Love without songs
Sing without laughter
Laugh without dreaming
And dream without our fathomless God?

Writer's Block

What do you do,

When you don’t know what to write?

What do you do,

When your mind is completely blank?

How do you write,

When it feels like there is nothing?

Well, as for me,

I write about nothing.

That is why

There is this poem.

Oh, what do you do,

When you don’t know what to write?

Trees

Towering high above my head,

Swooping down below my feet,

Glossy green sweeps around my face.

The crunch of last year’s leaves,

Is soft under my feet.

Rough ridges brush my fingertips,

And the cry of birds surrounds me.

Can you hear the sound?