“Watchers! Grasp hands!” commanded Vafi.
“Flohad! Your hand!” said Menegal, groping to the right.
“Here it is, Menegal,” said Flohad, putting forth his hand into Menegal’s unseen one.
“I cannot see you, Wixtil. Where is your hand?” cried Luvilia, fumbling out to the left.
“Right here and would stop shouting in my ear?” said Wixtil, putting his hand in Luvilia’s.
“Watchmen grouped?” yelled out Vafi.
“Yea!” cried all the watchmen.
“Renew watch!” shouted Vafi.

Note: This is a song, not a poem, altho I guess if you want, it could be read as one if the chorus is left out.

I see it in your eyes
that you know the truth
that can set you free
why don't you let go and
have the peace you crave?

Come on and give Him a try
what harm will it do?
He loves you, He wants you
Go ahead and try Him

you say you can't,
your sins unforgiveable,
that's a lie
know God's love
and bow at His feet and receive forgiveness

My teachers, they were fickle things
When I was still at school
One day they’d be oh so mean
The next day oh so cool.

They say you need a good night’s sleep,
Be sure to get lots of rest,
But here we are, at one o’ clock,
Still studying for that test!

But now my teachers are much more gentle,
More patient and more kind,
I think they must be the best teachers
That ever I could find.

Hello there, everyone! Glad to be a member of apricotpie! Since you'll want to know a bit about me, I'll show you the way I show my readers about my characters: by showing where they live, what they like, what they dislike, and what they do.

Red as fire
wild as flames
hooves of wind
muscles of steel
eyes of storm
tail of lightning
against barren lands
against midnight sky

his neigh
like eagle’s cry;
he leaps from unknown sands
dust clouds cover him
fiery as lightning still
runs through desert
plains

gallops on swirling sands
on dusty paths
comes forth:
Firehawk
The son of Thunderfire

Feathered hooves
pound on sand
shining white body
gleaming with the sun.

Black head plunging
into tumbling waves
high and curling crash
under trampling hooves.

Mane and tail
flow out behind
like ever sailing
blue seas.

Wild eyes like
raging storms when
they come upon
ocean deep.

Arched muscles under
Thick neck
Tarrant son of Thunderhooves
Gallops ever on.

Chapter the Sixteenth

This is a story about a brother and sister who go to live in Yemen, where they had spent their childhood. I took it down from AP for various reasons, but if you'd like to read it, message me. The story is about hteir adventures in Yemen, getting re-adjusted to the culture, enjoying the things that made up their childhood, and spending time with Yemenis. The title comes because throughout the course of the book, their faith is challenged and they must discern if they're prepared to trust God, whatever happens - be it changing plans, facing death and persecution, or every day life.

Anomien could not tell what Ficum did. From where she was mounted on her dolphin, it seemed to her that Ficum and the two panthers just stared at one another, looking each other in the eye. They stayed in that manner for quite a while, and then to Anomien’s utter amazement, the panthers bowed their heads slightly, as if in acquiesce, and padded slowly up to the boy’s feet. Once there, they proceeded to gently lick his wounded arm, washing it as only they knew how. Ficum, meanwhile, stroked their sleek fur as a mother caresses her babe.

My parents broke up in April of 2006, though I feel like I lost my dad many years before that. Becoming "one of those families" who has lost its father certainly came as a shock to me, but I think it came as more of a shock to all of us for mom to get a boyfriend.