Well, here you are at the the Poetry Corner for the July 2001 issue! I hope you enjoy the selected poems...and please, if you have poetry that you've written, I'd love to feature it in next month's issue. Just send me your poem(s)! Thanks :)
Oh yeah, please remember everyone, that these poems belong to their authors and are copyrighted, so be sure to give them credit if you print them out for anything or send them to anyone. Thanks!
Now, without further delay, here are the featured poems...
I fell away
I fell apart
Fit the mold,
Loosen your hold.
Cross the line-
It’s Mine
Life rewrites
I loose sight
Living lies-
I am wise
Where is Truth?
I close my eyes
I can’t see
This isn’t me
Tears fall down-
I am found
You live with me-
Dead on a tree
Why did I run?
Life is done
I belong to the Son.
~Kristen~ June 24 2001
Troubles in the Sand
I stood at the top of a large hill,
Darkness was all that I could see.
My heart had turned empty and cold;
Memories floated back, haunting me.
I remembered the times that I felt so alone
And was sure that the world didn't care.
I remembered waking time and again
Knowing my pain was too much to bear.
In desperation I cried out to God
But I heard no answer at all.
I decided that God had forgotten about me
Or else he'd have answered my pleading call.
I thought no one could see how I truly felt;
No one could tell I was dying inside.
I thought I'd kept the darkness down deep in my soul
But there was One from whom I couldn't hide.
He had seen my pain and answered my call
Though my eyes were too blind to see it then.
God didn't answer my pleas out loud,
Instead, He sent me a friend.
It took a while for the dark storm to pass
But eventually the sun reappeared.
And it was at that moment I realized
I was never alone as I'd feared.
God gave me a friend to wipe the tears away
And she gave me a hug and taught me to pray.
I reached out and wrote my troubles in the sand
And then walked away, holding tightly to God's hand.
--Written by Anakha Starr--
Sunrise
Splashed with gold straight from heaven
And the violet shade of generosity;
It radiated a promise of
New beginnings,
While sending a message unchanged
For thousands of years.
The Holy One painted the sky,
And I was allowed to watch--
Before the sun rose,
When the colors were still being mixed.
I would have still been in bed,
Asleep, at a time like that.
But for some reason I was awake that morning
To catch this glimpse
Of Him.
-HK- July 2001
Done My Dying Part
When I have to choose life
And life can only mean faith
When I have to ask myself
Am I willing to lose everything
So that I can live again
When I have to assimilate
All the accusations that slam my mind
When I have to cut the volume
Turn down the decibel of lies
Losing is gaining
Holding on to gain is just the cycle of the lie
Eventually everything gets taken away
Yet we continue to grasp at straws
Pump some more sugar water into our veins
Who can understand this?
The privilege is…
We must allow ourselves to die
Before we can ever experience a life of faith
Raised to trade monsters for fairy tales
Still hiding from shadows under the bed
Seeking comfort from the false sense of mother’s fingertips
Running through the hair of my head
Close the door and turn the lights out
Let me fall asleep in the dark
Let me face the fear of losing my life tonight
So that in the morning
I have done my dying part
When I have to face him
And there is nothing he can steal
When I can answer in confidence
What you thought you took
I laid at my master’s feet
So close the door and turn the lights out
Let me fall asleep in the dark
Let me face the fear of losing my life tonight
So that in the morning
I have done my dying part
--GCS 2001--
[Note of Disclaimer from GCS: This is an original poem that is not copyrighted nor do I wish to exercise any copyrights that I may have accorded to me as the sole author by United States Copyright law. This poem is available for reprint, reproduction and may be copied, reproduced, put to verse or song, included in and published within published work by any other author, however it may not be copyrighted although the text and/or publication of the author or publication may bear copyright. This poem cannot be sold in any form or context since it incorporates the truths, concepts and precepts of the living word of God.]
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