I wonder how it came to be That magma cooled for thousands of years, Pushing forward toward the sky, Rolling, rolling down a stream, Till, cool and polished, This mottled stone came to me. I wonder how it came to be That someone dropped a tiny seed, Which the wind wrapped in a blanket …
I had to write a poem using a metaphor and/or simile for my class. It shouldn’t be that hard, right? Basically every poem I’ve written is or has a metaphor. No, it was very hard. This is all I could come up with: Laziness You are a Bradford pear tree in bloom, Branches abounding …
There’s a golden clock In a clear glass dome Above six figures in a circle On the fireplace mantle. . I remember Grandma when I was a young girl. She laughed and baked and gardened And sat in her chair and read. So the clock ticked a happy tune And the figures beneath it danced. …
I promised you a lot of poems, and so I must deliver :) Here’s a new one! Several years back, there were really bad brush fires where I lived. For no apparent reason, I thought of them and had to write this poem. I am a sentinel at the second-floor window watching the amber tongues …
This poem is about those times when you drift away from God and, by the time you realize it, you feel like there’s no way you can get back to Him. Then He comes and brings you back without you having to do it all yourself. Or, it’s kind of about those times you lose …
A brand new day dawns so bright! Semester’s start–my heart is light. Skip to stand in stark white hall With shoulders back and head held tall. Two-score waiting desks, give or take, For two-score friends I’ve yet to make. Pounds of knowledge to gain together With Tom, Allie, Carlos, Heather– Their names I’ll learn, wondering …
“Follow Me,” I hear Him say, “and choose the troubled life. You’ll have no place to call your home, no people, and no wealth; Wherever you go, I promise you, your acquaintance will be rife With those who hate, despise you, and even plot your death. You’ll have no pride, no self-esteem, for truly will …
In my science class, we were learning about the movement of tectonic plates, landslides, volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, and how rocks are formed. In one class, I was overwhelmed at God’s power to do these things so easily, creativity to make the world in this way, and love to build the world so carefully for us to live …