Reminiscence

By Joy Mastron

The clock is ticking backward

To a time I never had,

Replaying every memory,

Songs both sweet and sad.

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Our lives flash not before our eyes,

But carve upon our heart,

So use your minutes carefully,

There can be no second start. [Read more…]

Your Eyes

By Kate Flournoy

As You see, Lord, let me see.

Teach my eyes Your sight.

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Teach my heart to comprehend

Your sorrow through the night. [Read more…]

Ecclesiastes

By Christianna Hellwig

Upon a windy slope of sand

I saw a wizened preacher stand,

And all his parched, cracked lips could form,

Amidst that gust from taunting storm,

Three words were those he said to me,

“All is vanity.”

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His words like sighs were borne away

With rays of the departing day,

While all my life, that morbid call

Sank through my fingers to its pall,

When with a wail he said to me,

“All is vanity.” [Read more…]

Finished

By  Ingrid Dornbirer

The dagger of lies has pierced again,

Nothing will console me.

Unworthy, shameful, filthy, weak,

I let their words control me.

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My eyes, they spill the tears of pain,

As angry thoughts surround me.

Will the eyes of love and truth

Never search and find me?

[Read more…]

Our Declaration

By Zelphia Peterson

“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world…” Psalm 19:1–4 (NIV).

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The heavens declare the glory of God

The earth shouts the sound of his praise

All creation proclaims him, together adores him

And sings of his marvelous ways [Read more…]

Potshards

When I was younger,

I collected potshard stories

about a place where grown-ups lived.

I wondered about it on summer days—

feet had grass-tickled toes and mud-caked heels,

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fingers were perches for butterfly kisses,

ears were homes for the angels’ laughter,

eyes were puddles for shooting stars to land, [Read more…]

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If you’ve ever emailed us at KP, you’ve probably “met” Sarah—a passionate storyteller with a huge heart that loves Jesus and everyone she meets. Sarah grew up in Georgia with her mom, dad, and little sister, Merry, where she attends the University of Georgia, majoring in International Affairs and Agriculture Communication. When she graduates, Sarah wants to help people all over the world succeed in the agriculture industry and tell the all-important story of the farmer. She joined the Kingdom Pen Team as Secretary in September 2013 and now serves as the Director of Community Happiness. Sarah has been homeschooled, private-schooled, and graduated from Madison County High School in May 2015. She attended Summit in July 2015. She’ll read pretty much anything (if she had to pick, though, her favorite author would be Frank Peretti) and has tried her hand at pretty much every kind of writing out there, though she likes writing fiction and poetry best. But because writing bios is a struggle, if you really want to get to know Sarah, shove some words in her general direction via the Forum, on one of the many social medias down below, or through the KP e-mail: kingdompenmag@gmail.com.

Fruits of the Spirit

By Tessa Just

Love

Unselfish feeling,

Great affection for something,

Desire to care for,

Emotion.

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Joy

Great happiness,

Satisfaction for a job well done,

Deep contentment,

Delight.

[Read more…]

The Mountainside

By Madelyn Graves

Pain.

Red, hot to the touch

Ripples down my body, echoing my hours of screams

That are now lost in the void of the mountainside.

My white hands

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Once soft to the touch

Are now coarse, caked with layers of blood and grime.

Blackened, defiled.

I study them

And I keep walking up. [Read more…]

Procrastination

By Adora Istrate

I’ll do it later, says the boy to his mother,

Maybe it’ll get done in some way or another.

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I’ll do it later, says the girl with great dreams,

But “later” takes up much more time than she deems. [Read more…]

Someone’s Locket

She lives in someone’s locket
Alone and tucked away
She wishes they would stop it
And she wishes she could stay

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Inside of someone’s locket
So pain would not quite hurt
She wouldn’t have to watch it
As people all left her [Read more…]

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Hannah Carmichael has been writing short stories since she was seven and has been drawing ever since she first discovered that pencils aren’t food. She hopes to become a published author and illustrator. She is currently working on editing the sequel to her first work in progress along with planning her next.
Hannah was fully homeschooled from square one and currently floats in that odd void between graduation and college.
Her main goal is to write for the Lord and bring hope into the darkness that is our world through her words and artistic creations.