Pounding the earth of passing plains
Swiftly he paced, and glimmered in gray
Lifted his neck, and neighed gay
Ran faster from fear above, the ringwraith

Away to the White Towers in proud, strong Gondor
To safe refuge he paced with burdens of two
Pausing and lifting his head to the moon new
He called of rank, and summoned his followers

Stretching his legs, he eagerly raced
He leapt over creeks, and followed the cliffs
Firing red of beacons that are lit
Call to arms! Rohirrim to our aid!

God is Love
God is Grace

Giving us strength in times of haste
Loving us in all our mistakes
Filling us with peace through our repents
Holding us close when love is spent

God is Refuge
God is Good

Taking us in his caring hands
Letting us rest in his careful plans
Everthing that is he knows
Making all things new

God is Peace
God is Surety

Taking our fear and anxiety
Wiping our tears lovingly
Telling us "Follow me."
Knowing all that is to come

Tonight while singing the “Salve Regina” as I sat in the fourth pew
In front of me I heard a young lady; she sang and went flat, that I knew.
It went on and on, HOW out of tune it was! She just wouldn’t stop
Then she HAD to swing her rosaries against the kneeler with a “clop-clop”.

So I turned and I switched positions and counted my wooden beads,
I couldn’t take it any longer, so I prayed “Oh God, shut her mouth, puh-lease!”
Now it was the third mystery and I wanted the lady to go
But she would just keep singing. I guess she didn’t know…

I'm not Worthy, too be called your child.
I'm not Worthy, too see your loving smile.
I'm not Worthy, too be your daughter.
I'm not Worthy, too call you my Father.
But you are Worthy, for you are God.
And you are Worthy, enough too be awed.
And you are Worthy, for you were slain.
And you are Worthy, for you died for me and endured excrutoinating pain.

they are always there for you,
when you feel down,
lonley, or just in a moody mood,
they make you happy!
just knowing that they are always there
makes you feel secure
accepted by someone that you can trust
yes someone that you can trust
thats the most important thing
trust,
you can talk to them when ever
they will listen to your stories that you have to tell.
even just a quick call helps them get through the day!
see aren't friends great!!

.... You over-analyze and observe kids that go to school.

.... Whenever you go to the school playground you look in the windows of the school.

.... You always have at least one book in the bathroom ranging from picture books to dictionaries.

.... You are over protective of your younger siblings.

.... You know your library card number by heart.

.... Your reading goal for the annual summer reading club at your library is 50 or higher.

(Now, I'm not a poet by any means. I can't rhyme words very well because I always seem to pick the wrong words to try to rhyme, and sometimes I dislike the structure of poems...however, there are times I just can't help but write one! I've no idea what you call this type of poem. Maybe free verse?)

All the treasure
In the earth
Gold and jewels

Nothing will last
At a touch
Crumble into dust

Gold turns dull
Silver will tarnish
Jewels to sand

All the treasure
On the earth
Green growing things

Slain

Shatters of the Conscience,
the broken splintered sort
The creaking moaning anguish,
that froze my barren heart
Why does silence shatter,
the Ice that tasted sweet?
The coldest forms of "Wisdom",
that "wisdom" brought defeat
Warmth erased the selfish lies,
on the thick and lifeless slate
The harmful words of mine,
put on hateful waste
The sinful kind of sadness,
that tastes painfully sweet
Explodes to silent screaming,
of Love that shakes with heat

I don't really ever have a typical homeschooling day...each day is ususally quite different, yet equally wonderful. But, here's an example of a usual day in my life.

They come, but I do not know them,
my kinsmen, my own.

They cannot know me beyond the ghetto,
with them on the one side,
and me on the other.

We put our eyes out to keep from seeing
how much we really are the same.
Bleeding, sobbing, dying—
with still a smile upon our Face.

We say:

No to the Doctor,
Yes to the "okay?" question.
No to the teardrops,
Yes to the smile in the rain.

Our masks are on. Our audience awaits.
The lights are on. The music plays.