Dear God,

You say you hold everyone’s  tears in Your hand.  Do You really?  Isn’t Your hand getting kind of full by now?  I mean, I know it’s probably a big hand, but still, there’s a lot of people in the world.

Aren’t You getting tired of watching out for me?  Whenever I trip, I expect to crush my face on the pavement.  Pavement kind of sucks sometimes.  But You always catch me right before I hit it.  One time, I could have sworn I hit it.  But it turned out it was just a pillow.  That must have been You.  I don’t usually find pillows on the roads around here.

- will anyone read this?
 

- why did God make the sky blue?
 

- why do we have hair on the top of our heads?
 

- why is no one talking to me?
 

- why did someone pop up right when I said that?
 

- why do I write these random things?

- can anyone make any sense of them?
 

- how is that I have such good friends?
 

- why am I afraid to ask more people to "be my friend"?
 

- why is "Si" "yes" in Spanish? "Yes" has three letters not two.
 

Today is always waiting,
Yesterday has always been,
Tomorrow is a question,
What might it bring?

What will the morning bring?
What will the evening tell?
What will afternoon say?
What will all these tell?

Will it be important?
Will it change a life?
Will it bring joyful songs?
Or nothing, save woe and strife?

What may be done
With the time we have?
What will all this come to?
So we will always wonder.

Something held her at the topmost stair,
another hand beside her own
and the ghostly wind through the night pulsed soft,
Was it music or did it moan?
She was drawn out toward the night
like a moth drawn to the light
To fly into the candle,
to fly into the flame,
is to be more than courage,
is to rise above shame
And the ellum awoke and shook themselves
and they wept for something that only they felt
And she nearly stepped out into the star-swirling dark

How often do the seasons pass?
How often do the leaves float by?
Do you ever wonder why?
How often do the years go?
How often does the snow fly?
How often do the breezes blow?
Do you ever wonder why?
How come everything must change?
Everything must take its place
Everyone must run the race
Everyone will see God face to face
Forever the years keep going
Forever the wind keeps blowing
Glory, glory, glory to my king
Glory, glory, glory to my Lord Everlasting
Don’t you think this life is strange?

Afraid to ask questions,
pretending they don't exsist
surely things will break
sooner or later,
for the questions hover, watching
like dragons in the air.

Standing near the rooftops,
looking past garages, trees
basketball hoops and cars,
the distant places,
someday, I'll go there
and the words hover, waiting,
like dragons in the air.

Hi there! I have finished the first half of my story. WoooHOOO!!! :D It's always really helpful for me to hear new ideas and suggestions. So please give me any thoughts you might have... :]

1. Should I add any new characters?

2. Should I make any changes to the plot line?

3. Any new 'bad guys'?

4. Change of setting? (For example: desert, ocean...)

BIG QUESTION HERE:

5. *What should the name of this world be?*

[I originally began with Zion...but now I'm not so sure that I like it... I would especially like a name that has a meaning... :D]

“Be patient toward all that is unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”
- Rainer Maria Rilke

“Not all those who wander are lost.”
-J. R. R. Tolkien