God

Rocks in the Riverbed

Submitted by Ariel on Sun, 03/08/2009 - 03:17

Riding through the dark; running from the grief and suffering of live; hiding from the hurt that it brought, the girl pushed her horse forward, never stopping, never looking back. She couldn’t go back, she couldn’t face the truth! The tears streamed down her face; the horse’s pace never slackened. “Away! Away!” his hooves seemed to say.

Skye

Submitted by Julie on Thu, 03/05/2009 - 23:27

Go back.
The words rocketed through my wings like poison. I plunged earthward, unable to react.
Go back.
Rage burned my spine, leaving behind a sick numbness. I forced my wings into the rippling air to slow my fall. As the ground grew closer, I spied a narrow perch near the crown of a fir. I pulled my wings in, extending my long, thin toes and curling them around the branch.
Go back.

Dark Light

Submitted by Rachel on Wed, 01/28/2009 - 02:33

Okay, so i wrote this at the begining of my first year of college (or last October). It was originally supposed to be a song but i could never come up with music for it so i decided to pass it off as a poem. It talks about how God erases the Darkness from our hearts when we ask him inside our hearts and he takes over and saves us from "Our Dark Light". It's not the greatest poem in the world and in truth i is poorly writen but it's what i felt. So without further to do please enjoy, Dark Light. (Leave me your thoughts and comments even if they are harsh. :D )

DARK LIGHT

Anyway

Submitted by Hannah W. on Mon, 01/19/2009 - 04:11

We are so weak,
so selfish,
so cold.
We have known evil,
and hatred,
and sin.
Therefore, we are nothing. Beyond hope, beyond saving, beyond ever becoming what we could be.
Beyond ever being loved.

One could have said that of us
but He didn't.

He loved us.
He loved us anyway.

The world is so ruined,
so misguided,
so cold.
It has known evil,
and hatred,
and sin.
Therefore, it is nothing. Beyond hope. Beyond saving, beyond ever becoming what it could be.
Beyond love.

The New Year

Submitted by Delaney on Thu, 01/01/2009 - 07:21
The Old Year was like a map, with explored territory colored yellow, and high mountains in certain places. The New Year was like a map also, but it was perfectly flat and dark and unexplored. I was afraid of it. I leaned across the table to speak to Clara.

"How long will it take you to remember to write the new year instead of the old one on your school papers?"

Clara looked up from the newspaper - she liked reading them, like the grown-ups. "How long? I don't know, a day or so."

How Lovely God Must Think the World

Submitted by Hannah W. on Mon, 12/22/2008 - 14:46

How lovely God must think the world
to look upon us in it
and smile down, and blessings give
until the day is finished

And how lovely He must think this world
of air and soil and stone,
to send someone to walk among us:
His son, His very own

How lovely God must think the sheep,
and the big old brown-eyed cow
For His son was in a stable born
and still is with us now

How lovely God must think a song,
to let it ring across the sky
the many musical voices
of angels there on high

Love

Submitted by Brianna on Wed, 10/29/2008 - 22:50

Love is born in gentle breeze
come to blow through silent leaves
stirring round, all things still
by the power of His will

Love is born in soft cool earth
for the seeds to break, give birth
now to aim for higher things
to the sky they stretch, for wings

Love is born in depth of blue
close, the sky bends over you
now it bursts with brighter joy
for that little baby boy

Love is born in waving grass
silver green, and so to pass
touch his garment, let him ask
for his glance to you is cast

Can?

Submitted by Bernadette on Tue, 10/28/2008 - 18:53

Can the sun fade like a morning star?
Can I grow weaker in a wisp of the wind?
Can the moon rise grasping nothing
In the glance of The Lord?

Can the wood creak, breaking its limbs?
Can the sea rise, and sail back into the depths?
Can life spring like rain from the sky?
In the gaze of The Lord?

Can the warrior strike against steel like water?
Can the fire flare and fall to ashes?
Can the light burn, but fall into blackness
In the sight of The Lord?