I wrote this for Veritas Press's Christmas writing contest... I didn't win, but that's ok. I just hope that my email didn't do the strange thing it's been doing lately and make my emails get lost in cyberspace.
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Peace on Earth
Hakizimana took a deep breath and tugged on the bell rope. The swinging great bronze bell nearly pulled him off the ground. Bong…bong…He released the rope, letting the tolling bell slow to a gentle whisper. As he stared at the floor, he drifted back into memories. Screams and the clash of machetes echoed in Hakizimana’s mind.
“Peace?” he buried his head in his hands. “No, Lord, I do not have peace. How can I when the floor is stained with the blood of my brothers in you?”
"If you can sit in silence with a person for half an hour and yet be entirely comfortable, you and that person can be friends. If you cannot, friends you'll never be and you need not waste time in trying." The Blue Castle
The above is a quote from one of my favorite books. It's a beautiful story...and I believe that quote to say something quite interesting.
Today I was looking through my diary, getting all sentimental and nostalgic. I found some old poems that I wrote and thought, "Why not put 'em up on AP....just for kicks". And here they are.
This one I wrote when I was six or seven; my first poem ever!
Spring, spring!
It's almost here!
Beautiful flowers are coming near
A rose here, a tulip there
Green grass everywhere!
Spring's coming!
This one, oh....I'd say I was about 9 when I did this one.
Yes, I know it's not Christmas! Too bad! :) I wrote this short Christmas play last year, and completely forgot about it! Let me know what you think!
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Gaby’s Christmas
CAST:
ANGEL CHOIR (with CHOIR LEADER)
GABY
SHEPHERDS (with SHEPHERD 1)
WISE MEN
MARY
JOSEPH
SCENE ONE
(ANGEL CHOIR enters. They are whispering excitedly amongst themselves. The CHOIR LEADER moves to the front and motions for quiet.)
CHOIR LEADER: All right, everyone, let’s practice for tonight.
We are Santa’s elves
Helping moms around
Making the presents
And wrapping them too
Running on the fans
Eating candies canes
Going on strike
And watching T.V
Munching popcorn
Growing very fat
Rolling on the floor
Laughing hilariously
We are Santa’s elves!
It’s that time again
When the lights are shining
Tinsel wrapped around the Christmas Tree
He’s right here among us
But we pass him by
For the gifts around the tree
The Feast goes on
And the babe is forgotten
Wrapped in his swaddling clothes
We don’t realize
He is given for us
It’s that time again
And we are still blind
Twinkling
Sparkling
Jingling
Ringing
Singing
Christmas joy
Christ is here
Born to cast out all fear
The reason for our joy
Jesus, the little baby boy
Songs are sung
The bells are rung
Smiles are bright
The stars, alight
Dancing
Weaving
Bouncing
Smiling
Laughing
Christmas happiness
The joy that the Infant Jesus
Has given us this Christmas
Fills our hearts with praise
For the small, holy, baby
My Dear Mary,
Do not be afraid. I have a special message for you, my child. These things may sound strange, but be comforted - I am in control and have good plans for your future.
I know you are "only" a fourteen-year-old girl living in the small town of Nazareth. Yet you will fulfill the words of the prophet Isaiah,
"Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son,
And they shall call his name Immanuel."
Christmas feels different than it did before
I feel as if I'm standing before locked door
Things seem to be changing
I wish that they would stop
I feel as if more change would make my skull pop
I don't know what is wrong with me
I wish that I could find the key
To the door I cannot open
The door that I find locked
At every turn of the knob my head remains cocked
In confusion at the answers I can't seem to find
The locked portion of my very stubborned mind
Holds my Christmas Spirit
I wish I had the key