Perhaps you, like me, always want to know what happens next and are sad when a story ends. If so, here is something to satisfy your appetite.

Twelve years have passed since I was reunited with my family. During my final years at home, Joshua, Daniel, and Abigail—who married while I was away—provided me with plenty of nephews and nieces to keep me busy, and I was present at the weddings of both Mary and David.

The next day, we left the for home. There were a few groups traveling to different lands, but the Jewish group was largest. Our journey was slower than my last one, as we were walking and pulling animals carrying supplies. I didn’t mind, though. Though my legs moved slowly, my heart felt like it was flying. I was going home! After over four years of separation, I was going to see my family again.

It eerily whispers in the wind
Moaning quietly to my soul
Telling tales of darkest sin
Spearing me with its barren bones

Deathly pale it’s aura glows
And scatters far its murd’rous wails
With chilling glimpse of fateful woes
Upon my shoulders it details

It cried out as if torn by fright
And I responded with lustrous light
While reaching forth into the night
I calmed it to unending quiet

Master looked at me in surprise. “I’ve been watching the other servants, and I’ve noticed them giving you angry looks or whispering something hurtful. None of them appear to like you. Why would you want to stay with them?”

I paused for a moment, trying to find the right words to articulate my thoughts. “Sir, I want to go home, but I could never fully enjoy it while I knew my fellow Jews were living here in bondage. Besides, it doesn’t really matter if they don’t like me. If I’m supposed to help my enemies, I think I’m supposed to help my fellow Jews if I can.”

Publishing a poetry book and chose this poem to be in it! Wish me luck, friends! :")

Most everyone has seen a peacock,
Strutting around, head high, tail on display,
Bragging about how manly and virile he is;
Putting on an extravagant show.
Then, there's the peahen.
She is quiet and doesn't show off,
But even though her colors are drabber,
She has an understated elegance.
Her mate, the peacock, is all show,
And not that graceful either.
Where did all that pride come from?
True, he is beautiful,
But what difference does that make?
In the end, all he does is strut, while

Morning, and snowflakes; treetops, the breeze.
Winter, and silence; cold air, the trees.
Autumn, and laughter; raindrops and smiles.
Tall mountains, deep canyons; beginnings, the extra mile.

Darkness, and hatred; blood-drops and hurt;
Evil, betrayal; with gore on my shirt.
Heartbreak and steel; crying and death;
Grieving, and losses; anger, last breaths.

All of these things are important to me,
As enjoyable as joy itself.
What is this thing that savors pain, yet also enjoys beauty?

Buried deep in the attic.
There is a spiral shell.
Sandy-colored and spiny on the outside,
But turn it over, and you will see that
The inside of the conch is a
Smooth, creamy pink.

And if you put your ear
To the opening, and be very quiet,
You will hear the grey-blue
Waves of the ocean, crashing in the distance.
And if you are extra and specially quiet,
You may even hear the wind.

Open the eyes of my heart, Lord;
Open the eyes of my heart,
To see Your mercy and Your grace,
See the beauty of your face...

Hey, what's this?
My eyes are clouded by a mist!
Even when my eyes are open,
I still can't see your light.

Please give me glasses, Lord;
Spiritual glasses so I can see
Your mercy and Your grace,
See the beauty of your face.

Be it friend or foe,
Silence shall bring woe;
For within, it carries
The deadly poison of regret.
It may be regret from your past mistakes,
Or just longing regret for
Not speaking up.

Silence is a wall,
And though it may seem small,
The deepest of darknesses,
And the saddest,
Silence is.