I, Windkeeper

I, apprentice of storytelling

Seeking to hold the wind in a cage

Broken by trials unending

The world will not fit on my page

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I, windkeeper, am searching for answers

How can I spread wide the truth?

Wisdom directs me to singers and dancers

And old men regretting their youth

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Daeus is the published author of two books, Edwin Brook and Treachery Against The House Of Fairwin. He is a Christian seeking God’s face when he remembers to and finding that that is all he was seeking when he seeks for something else. He is a joker who takes himself too seriously and a sack full of ambition who likes to relax. Among his top interests are poetry, reading, philosophy, theology, gardening and permaculture, athletics, marketing, psychology, and interacting with his friends. You can also find him participating in such activities as ranting about the glories of frozen raspberries or making impromptu music for every occasion.
He also is a fanatic over The Count Of Monte Cristo. Be thou forewarned.
If you would like to sample his work, you can get a free copy of his novella, Treachery Against The House Of Fairwin at the link below.

My Testimony

By Natalie Griffin

That glorious day I felt a stir,

One in my heart that I’d never heard.

It was the Word

Coming to intervene in my lost, broken life,

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To be a light in my darkness and a relief to my strife.

Although it’s fair to say in my eight-year-old circumstance,

I didn’t give the true meaning of “new life” a second glance.

It wouldn’t be until several years later [Read more…]

The Divine Letter

By Mariposa Aristeo

God’s Word is very special indeed,

More than anything I’ll ever need.

It is a pillow of comfort to rest my weary head,

The satisfying food with which I long to be fed,

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The water that quenches my strongest thirst,

The shelter that protects me from the worst,

The loving teacher who guides me to the path of light,

The law that informs me of what’s wrong and what’s right, [Read more…]

Wonders of the Wind

By Grace M.

The wind whirls

Curls

Shakes

Quakes

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It pushes the seas

And causes the breeze

It flies the kites

And stirs the nights

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The Sound of Redemption

The idea of sound

has always been

one of my favorites.

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To watch fireworks

as they hit the top of an inky black sky

and shudder delightedly at the boom that follows.

To touch the frosted window

as the snowflakes dissolve into teardrops

and hear the howling of the wind as it kisses my cheeks.

To leap into

a heap of fire-tinted leaves

and hear the crunch as well as feel it.

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Cindy Green is a Canadian homeschool student who wants to live in a world where rain is colorful and mint chocolate chip ice cream is acceptable for daily consumption. But she is contented to live in one where dogs exist, fireworks are a regular occurrence, and trees are climbable objects. She began scribbling out fiction and keeping a journal at around age seven, and last she checked, hasn’t stopped. Aside from obsessing over the arrangement of words and fantasizing about maple-syrup-coated beavertails, Cindy spends her time playing piano, looking at pictures of outer space, loudly singing along to music, exploring the dictionary, attempting Highland dancing, and reading. She hopes to someday publish a book of her own, learn to skateboard without getting scraped, and witness the aurora borealis in the Yukon. Most of all, she wants to live her life colorfully and passionately for the glory of a good God and to point to her Creator as the source of all joy.

Perfectionist’s Prayer

By Kate Flournoy

Lord, give me the courage to accept that I am human.

Give me the confidence to plod in the path You’ve given me,

Even when others soar,

And the peace to wish them joy with a whole heart.

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Remind me that I am where I am

Because You placed me here,

And that the plans I have for myself

Aren’t necessarily the plans You’ve had for me from the beginning—

Plans for good, and not for evil, as You promised. [Read more…]

My Doubts, My Story, My Song

By Joy Mastron

My Doubts

I keep thinking to myself,

Your grace is too much.

Will there ever be a day I find

Your grace is always enough?

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Will I ever not doubt?

Will my doubts be confirmed?

Indeed, I know I am not worthy,

Even more, for I sometimes think Your Love

Is wasted upon my life.

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God’s Calling for Me

By Michaela Bush

There is a voice that stays deep inside,
It’s something enormous I can’t seem to hide.
The quiet whisper, the thrill of joy,
No one can possibly think to destroy.

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I follow this whisper from day to day,
And it shows me every single way
I can become the person God intended—
The person within me that’s so very splendid. [Read more…]

Dead Pens

By D.G. Snapper

Oh no!

Not again.

Why me?

This pen!

I unscrew the lid

And check the ink holder

The color is all there

But angered, the author

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The pen I rebuild

Then place on the table

It should work

But why isn’t it able?

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Our Hope

By Zelphia Peterson

Our_Hope“And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to His eternal glory in Christ, will Himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you.” (1 Peter 5:10)

How can you stay and suffer endless pain?

This life, the trials that it bears.

How can you fight to win the joys and gains

That lighten burdens, won so hard from cares?

What hope sustains, what lofty measure fills

The void that formed through years of dreams untold?

What ray of light defies the dark that kills;

What life endures, though death would make it cold?

What courage beats to strengthen hearts to love

In spite of curses loud, to walk the way

Not for the faint of heart without resolve?

A hope so bold it stirs a soul to say,

“Though through a hundred years of pain I’ve called,

I have still this—eternity with God.”


zelphia-petersonZelphia Peterson is twenty years old and a native of the Twin Cities region of Minnesota. Currently she lives with her parents and her sister as she pursues her master’s degree in Global Public Health. Ever since she wrote her first poem at a costume party in first grade, Zelphia has remained fascinated by wordplay in poetry. For her, perfection is when rhyme, rhythm, and aesthetic sound serve the meaning behind the poetry. She draws much of her inspiration from Scripture and the natural wonders of creation, as well as human experience in general. In her free time, Zelphia enjoys making music in any form, reading voraciously, painting, archery, camping and backpacking with her family, chatting with her sister, and serving her church. She hopes to someday serve the Lord in another country by using her training as a public health worker.