Poetry

The Trees

~Kaesyn Herzog~

Many seeds were planted once

In my fertile heart anew.

Stretched down their hungry roots

And in the dirt they grew.

Through many rainy seasons

(And the ones full of a sun)

They grew and stood firm stanced

And moved all but none.

Tried and tested they remained

With courage, did these seeds,

Their never moving twisted roots

Shot them into trees.

They fought against the weather

Their leaves convulsed in wind,

But through every strong tempest,

These trees did not give in.

Years had passed, these trees grew large,

But then one faithful day,

The stubborn trees had sadly died

Their life well lived to fade.

What good were these old dead trees?

Their healthy soil drained

And the space they once produced a life

Now was dead as they.

But then as all preventions failed,

A fiery match burned through!

And ablaze went the old dead trees

Their old lives giving new.

Microsoft Word Lament

~Stephanie Van Wyk~

You fickle thing of code and error!

You wretched spawn of Delilah,

You odious mass of numbers,

You virus, you deserter,

You worse than senseless thing!

You, who I trusted with all

You, who I took care to know

Who I backed-up to make our time light

You, who I relied on to cradle my musings

Like a fragile nesting bird.

You are a traitor to your purpose!

A blight among your kind.

An unsightly lump upon fair skin

You have dishonored all you stood for,

Brought shame to the house of Gates.

The pain you brought me is not micro,

Nor is the reparation soft.

There simply are no words.

You have thrown an ugly stone

Through my nearly perfect window.

I'll pick up the broken pieces

But I don’t want your help

You've done quite enough.

I'll move my ship to safer waters

And stay close to sturdy docks.

Thank heaven I don’t rely on you for salvation

I have a system that never crashes.

A backup that never goes to dust

All I have is securely stored

With the fail-safe Living Word.

I Know It's Her

~Al Kraemer~

I just know it’s her.

It’s not her height that sets her apart.

It’s not the bright red glow of her hair.

It’s not the dimple on her cheek as she smiles.

It’s not her undeniable beauty.

It’s not the headband in her hair that carries her scent.

It’s not even the shine from the ring on her finger.

Then what is it?

How do you know it's her?

It’s the butterflies I get in my stomach as she gets closer.

It’s is the way she encourages me like no other.

It’s how she looks in awe at creation.

It’s the way she pursues the Lord.

It’s the tears that well up in my eyes thinking about our future.

It’s the strength she brings to my weaknesses.

I just know it’s her.

She is my wife.

And I know it’s her.

The Longing

~Angel L. Bowles~

In the ocean sky above me,

capped with clouds of foamy white,

I can see birds gently surfing

over wind and sparkling light.

And I sit here and I wonder

what that feeling must be like,

soaring higher and free-floating

on the raptured wings of flight.

Now, out of the blue, a prayer

like I’ve never known before

lifts my spirit like a surging

wave that seeks to find the shore.

In its wake I am just glimpsing

all the good God has in store,

leaving my soul ever reaching

and my heart longing for more.

Piles of Dust

~Natalie Marin~

Mountains of failures

Shadow over me.

They stand and mock

As I run and fall down again.

"You'll never make it out.

You're stuck here,

Forever trapped in fear.

You don't matter at all."

The voices swirl and swirl,

Penetrating my mind

Until I cannot distinguish

Their voices from mine.

"Please, pause!"

I exclaim in grief,

"Give me a second

To remember what I believe!

"I believe in freedom.

I believe in love.

All that happened yesterday

Has passed and gone away."

I breathe.

The mountains scream

And crumble

Into piles of dust.

My Warrior

~Esther Green~

He’s a warrior.

Seen things you never want to,

Come back

And faced monsters

Your nightmares

Never dreamed of.

He’s a bounty hunter.

Chasing down

The very convict

Set on his life.

Turned the price

On cancer’s head;

Refuses to be the victim.

He’s a hero.

Combating with boldness

Beyond imagining

A foe bent on his life;

The stakes are high.

At every turn,

Terrorized,

Tortured;

No promise of tomorrow.

He’s a survivor.

He has a story

Meant to be told.

He is bold

And brave and golden.

He’s my best friend.

I’m forever thankful

That he is a warrior.

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