Triste threw herself to the floor of her bedroom and rolled under her bed, nursing a fresh bruise. "I got away lucky that time," she muttered to herself, wincing as a spring jabbed the bruise.

  Triste quieted as her bedroom door banged open and she saw the huge boots that belonged to her giant father, Stuart.

  "Come out now," he growled as he stood beside her bed.

  Triste scrunched against the wall. "No! I won't!"

  Stuart lay on the floor on his stomach and reached a huge arm under the bed. "Come now!"

 Chapter One: Past

I felt destined to die as Hermly and I sped along the street. A car zipped by, flying through the dark air. Clouds floated above my head. I reached out and managed to touch one, my fingers trailing in the wispy mist. 

“This is insane!” I exclaimed, holding onto Hermly’s waist. My face turned red as he swiveled his head around to look at me, raising his light eyebrow as if to say, “Could you possibly hold on any tighther?”

 The sun shivers through the clouds

(This is a song that the dwarves sing in a book/story I’m writing….anyway, it’s dwarven!)

“Back from the mines

We are now coming.

Our day’s toil is done

For the sun is now leaving.

To here and home

Our tread is bearing.

Outside the land might be battling,

But here we keep gay and merry

As we come from the mines.

Yonder the moon is rising

Waving farewell to the sinking sun.

Here at day’s ending,

And night’s beginning,

(Wrote this a couple of summers ago, August '08)

     The voices were burly and rough. The chairs were squeaking across the floor. Plates clattered and water was being poured. The heavy collapsing of men into chairs threatened the floor.

     Agitation twitched in their voices; fury rose in their tones. Adelaide could distinguish six different voices. One was bawling over the rest in a thick voice.

  "Hi, Thera," Solana greeted the girl as Scott came into the room.

  "Oh, hello, Thera," he greeted her. "Are you just leaving?"

  The girl nodded briefly.

  "Do you want to be paid?' Scott asked.

  Thera shook her head.

  "Very well," Scott answered, as Thera walked toward Solana and Dominica.

  "Thera," Solana said, "this is Dominica, the result of our latest rescue mission."

  Thera nodded at Dominica.

  "Uh..hi," Dominica said.

  "Are you leaving?" Thera asked.

Celzara’s power had been broken. No longer was she a force to be feared, or an enemy to be faced—now, she was just a cranky old woman confined to a sparsely furnished, windowless bedchamber with guards posted around the clock.
“She’ll have a fair trial,” Dorlan had said. “Much good it will do her. Still, she’s a woman—not to mention family. It wouldn’t be right to just kill her in cold blood.”
Jagsod, bandaged from neck to waist and with his sword arm in a sling, grunted. “She wouldn’t have shown you any such mercy, if the tables were turned.”

This is my best 'explanation' for Psalm 123 at this time. Praying the psalms daily, I begin to wonder if I am really getting the full sense of the psalm, especially since they are translated. I found a KJV translation I like here for Psalm 123, and Hebrew translations for each word are on the same website.

Psalm 123
[A Song of Ascent]

Unto thee lift I up mine eyes,
O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

*** This doesn't really go as "poetry" because it's actually lyrics to a song I've written.... Too bad I can't post the music, but I really like the words (of course I do, I wrote it!) and I hope you will too. The story of the song can speak for itself, but it's essentially God speaking to someone that ignores Him, and pushes Him away, and thinks He doesn't care about him. Or her. Enjoy. :)***

How can you say I'll never come back?

Have you not watched me always come back?

Do you think this time I won't come back?