o sweet exchange
which takes my heart and gives me Yours
the white host asks the question
“will you lose yourself for Me?”
o blessed hope
heart hallowed, held, unhindered
says “Amen”
tear out from me myself
pour into me Your life-blood
and the kiss of the host on my lips, my tongue
says I am not my own
and in the loss of myself, I am found
You once were small
Crying in your cage
With fuzzy fur
And little eyes
You were so timid
Biting a glove
And a spoon
But I loved you anyways
We thought you were a boy
But a girl we found
So I named you
Lieutenant Saavik
You had a white stripe
With a brownish ‘L’
And I kissed you
On that ‘L’
Then you were puffy
And fat
With two eyes
Always sparkling
Then you grew old
Earning the name
Little ‘Jistafoof’
Thus you died
My little Saavik
“Mr. Geoffrey Forbes is hereby convicted of high treason against His Royal Majesty the King of England and sentenced to hang.” The mallet struck the desk. “This Court-Martial is now adjourned.”
Mr. Forbes sat dumbstruck. His mind filled with jumbled thoughts.
How could they? I’m a first lieutenant!
But I deserve it… it’s the just payment for what I did!
But death?
The word pounded in his mind.
Death.
Death.
Death.
The most shameful manner of death… hung – publically – for his crimes, like a criminal.
She rode on a white horse,
that unforgettable day
she sat, back straight
head held high
the reigns in her hand
dressed all in white
like the lady warrior
she had pride in her eyes
a fight in her spirit,
our Joan of Arc
She rode on a white horse
and led us,
we marched,
flags waving, banners high
our hearts beating defiantly,
strength and hope and pride
and our warrior rode
like she was riding into battle
so brave,
our Joan of Arc
It's okay to smile,
It's okay to laugh
even though the ones we love
from this life and world do pass
It's okay to dance
feeling music and joy,
even though we know that death
is something we can't avoid
It's okay to love
and give your heart away,
even though you know it might
be broken to pieces someday
It's okay to grin,
to be happy isn't wrong,
even though the ones we love
from our sides have now gone
Aragorn came through the trees
Found Boromir in the glade
Pierced with many arrows he was
Against the bark of a great tree.
Many orcs did there lay.
In Boromir hand was his hilt.
There lay the horn, cloven in two.
Aragorn knelt, Boromir spoke,
“I tried to take the ring.”
Twenty orcs were at his feet.
“I have paid, the Halflings they took
Bound they were, but dead not.”
Wearily his eyelids did close:
“Farwell Aragorn,” at last he spoke.
“Go to Minas Tirith, I have failed.”
It was an hour later than planned when they finally arrived. It turned out that their alarm clock hadn’t gone off like it was supposed to and so they were late.
When they pulled up in their red new looking Ford Explorer Gabby said,” I think that’s them.”
Aunt Marsha opened her door and opened her black umbrella and held it out of the door and hopped out as two teenagers cuddled together in the back seat to make room for us.
“Thank you, God! I’m starving” I smiled up at the heavens only to get rain on my face.
(It's a long read, to be sure. But this is something that I wrote for school a couple weeks ago, and I thought that you might like it. :D )