Lost Thoughts

Lost Thoughts

Where does a thought go once it’s been forgotten? If I found the hidden world for lost thoughts, would I befriend them? Would I stay? I would like to ask them if they remember choosing the color of the walls, or if they realize that the paint is fading with memory,...
I Am Love

I Am Love

By Anne of Lothlorien   I’m yesterday born; I’m a thousand years aged I’m a song just composed and a hundred times played I’m as loud as thunder and as soft as a whisper I’m your best friend’s face and the smile of your sister I’m the truth plainly told, like a...
Crack in the Clouds

Crack in the Clouds

By Dakota   In a desolation that’s fraught with danger, Here I stand alone, a stranger. In this land not my home, I’m sent as a minister; Yet from the ground to the sky, nature is sinister.   Up in heaven, the clouds are cloaked in gray. Down on earth the...
Sun-Reflector

Sun-Reflector

Artist, noun: A soul that doesn’t believe it’s made of stardust, and so it searches for a home in every crease of a fingerprint, smudged between strokes of brush buildings and canvas walls. A soul that wields light and dark as if their veins run with paint; also known...
Resting Heartbeat

Resting Heartbeat

Mountains are where I’ll lay my head, And in the ocean’s trench I’ll rest my feet Till the stars above show me the path I’ve led.   The most I do is wonder at what’s said Among the ruins of some distant, lonely fleet. Mountains are where I’ll lay my head.   It’s no...
This Is Magic

This Is Magic

By Emma Huckabee   I was born with the sun on my skin and the wind in my hair. Everywhere I looked, I felt the beauty of creation And the hurt we bring to it.   Autumn’s tradition perplexed me as I strove to find Why the trees cast off their abundant green gowns into...
Pruning

Pruning

By Sarah Wiens   Father! Father! What are you doing Sawing the branches of our apple tree? Won’t the tree hurt with all those cuts? Won’t it look ugly?   No, my child, I’m pruning it, A job that must be done If we want a healthy tree. Come, watch; I’ve just begun.  ...
Evangelism

Evangelism

By Cainon Leeds   I’ve come all the way here to talk to you. I have come from birth and teething rings and standing up and falling down and stealing toys and riding bikes and building forts and telling lies and driving cars and texting friends and rebirth all the way...
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