During this season
We have the power
To bring hope to some
To the hurting and lost

We have a solution,
A way to help others,
And every hurting one,
By praying for them.

There’s death and despair,
Destruction and pain.
Hopelessness fills the air
When the fires blaze

There’s so many hurting,
Among those whose homes
And all of their things
Have burned to the ground.

Then there are those
Who need hope and love;
Those way ‘cross the globe,
Who need our great LORD.

Dear Levi-
I wish I was invisible. I wish that, for one moment, I could feel like I blend into the background and become nothing. Just a face. Not a life, not a person. Only a presence. Maybe then people would ignore me. I, personally, would love to feel ignored just for one day. It’d give me a rest from Alan.

I wondered how often guys talked about crushes.
I guess that’s just never something Josh and I ever talked about, and I guess it wasn’t all that common to talk to your dad. I mean, I mentioned that there was a really cool girl in my class that I liked, but that was just it.
But the thing was, now, seeing Devika D’Souza everywhere around John Willock Prep, I kind of couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

Wylde wayez in þe worlde Wowen now rydez
~Sir Gawain and the Green Knight

("Wild ways in the world Gawain now rides." -- Not that this poem is about Gawain, though.)

Please take a look at the notes before reading

Dawn.

It was beautiful. And painful.

It shouted life, thrilling every bone in Mary’s body. It flooded her with memories that sleep alone could escape.

What was joy when her world had fallen apart? Then again, what was pain in the pale, dew-stained morning of Athens?

Dear Levi:
I just got to my cabin here in Best Foot Forward. I hate it. Hate, hate, hate it. Right now, I’m trying to finish writing this before Alan comes in. I’m watching him from the window; I think he’s playing football, or whatever that is, with some of the other guys in our group of cabins. I can’t tell when it’s all running and tackling and getting hurt.

I took a walk among the forest pines
To be alone, away from all mankind,
To listen to the sound of nothingness,
And leave my doubts and worries far behind.
And as I wandered ’neath a maple maid,
I breathed into my lungs the virgin air,
Unspoiled as of yet, so full with scents
Of spicy hemlock, with a piney flair.
I sat upon a rotten log of grey
And bathed my toes in autumn’s shining dew,
On which my two appendages reclined,
As sunshine’s rays enlightened all my view.
A while I sat in silence pondering,

We don’t fit in
We sorta stand out
Standing around in our
Converse or
Bow ties
Looking like sore thumbs
But if you take a moment to talk to us
You’ll find that
There’s gold lining on
Our hearts
And though we
Don’t
Look like the cool kids
We’re cool
To
Us
‘Cause we know how to be
Kind
We know how to
Listen
To sum us up
We love
Freely and fully
We love
Unconditionally
So try not to be too cool
To say hello
Take a moment to

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

I have seen the wicked in great power, and spreading himself like a green bay tree.
~Psalm 37:35