Deep unfathomable depth of blue; the sky comes down to touch the very ground, waving with wheat sown and tended to grow, to fill the emptiness in our lives. Brown and golden, all shining like little beacons of light, glittering as they wave: Back and forth, together as one, an ocean of light.

And the wind blows, warm, scattering the dust, born from the heat. It travels through the cracks in the old barn, coating the floor with a light sand in which to make our footprints. The shadows within are cool: a musty alternative to the fresh air outside its walls. But sheltering.

I was thrilled when my parents came home on my fifteenth birthday and announced that they had brought home a surprise. I had known what I wanted all summer and now the moment was finally here! Could it be? Yes! My parents opened up the box and my wishes were fulfilled at last. Inside the box was my own brand-new guitar.

The creature was so cute! She was a new born, too, so she couldn’t stand up on her own. She was the most beautiful guitar I have ever seen and her eyes looked like slits. I guessed that was due to the fact that she was only a few weeks old.

I am gunna stand strong
I am not backing down
This is where I stand
I am sorry if you disapprove
but you're not moving me
I am firmly planted,
feet grounded in concrete
and I am not backing down
even tho it's causing us pain
I see you watching me,
wishing that I would change
back into the person I once was
but I am not,
God's taken me, and changed me
from the inside out
Now you're asking me what's
come over me,
why I let religion get to me

On the third day of Mama’s death the doctor took Alex and myself out to our big tree out back. Two shovels propped against the tree, and he pointed at them, then the ground. Doesn’t take a genius to figure out what to do.
I step forwards, Alex following me. He hasn’t spoken more than necessary, and even then his words are muttered, sentences as short as he could get them.

I plop down in front of my computer; placing my hands on the computer and type for several minutes, the silence broken solely by the tapping of my keys.
Resting my chin on my hand, I scroll down the page, reading what I have written. Muttering to myself, I delete several lines and try to mash these jumbled letters and words into sentence fragments, then sentences, then finally something worth showing. At last I decide it is good enough and start to leave, I hover between leaving and staying, finally raising the mouse and in one, hard stroke deleting everything I had just done.

Scarred and marred
by history
in the making,
that desire, so strong
to be a part of something bigger,
something amazing

someday, maybe

Every word has a chance
to pierce, like and arow,
to be brilliant, like a star,
to catch, like a web
a web of words and words and words

Every wish has a chance
to become something real,
to glitter with hope
for the future
a future of wishes and wishes and wishes
come true

someday, maybe

Thanks for the idea, Bernadette! I love Narnia. The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe movie is fantastic! And as are the books, of course! (I was disappointed in Prince Caspian-so far off the book!)

So anywho, this is my adventure in Narnia.

In II Thessalonians 3:10, it says that if a man will not work, he should not eat. This statement can be used to show the failings of many systems of government.
One example of this truth is in the New Testament where Paul admonishes the church at Thessalonica for having “some which walk among you disorderly, working not at all, but are busybodies.” (vs. 11) They were not benefiting from their own labors, but rather from the labors of other men.

In 1959 Communist North Vietnam forces were steadily trying to take over South Vietnam. I was outraged at the Anti-American protests that sprang up when the government decided to help the South Vietnamese people retain their independence. How could people in a country so full of freedom want to deny that right to other countries?

When you think of influence on others,
You often picture only fathers and mothers.
But have you ever thought about yourself?
Your influence is not something to be put on a shelf.

When people watch your life,
They look to see if it is filled with peace or with strife.
Everyone, young or old, big or small,
Evaluates you when you rise or when you fall.
They model themselves after you in a way,
That reflects the things you do day by day.