Echoes of Spring

By Moriah Simonowich

In beauty as elegant as a pearl,

Another day crisply unfurls.

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From God’s treasure house of gems

Come chill March winds,

Echoing the season of spring;

They whirl, twirl, and ring.

Clouds in transparent white wisps

Move about in drifts—

Sails billowing on a sea of blue;

In a sky of clearest hue.

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Vain

By D.G. Snapper

There once was a man from Vain

His life was focused on gain

He worked for his wants

It pleased him just once

And his countenance was blank as a pane

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There once was a girl from Vain

Her escape came only from feign

She laughed and she tried

Only it was a lie

All she did went down the drain

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Waiting for the Words to Come

 By Bethany Vela

Lost in thought, lost in mind,

Trapped in a page of written lines.

Can’t break free;

Would I even want to?

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I have a story to tell,

Let me tell it to you.

The night is late; I cannot sleep.

I will not dream, I will not eat. [Read more…]

The Writer’s Craft

Not lightly does a man aspire
To tune to good his inky lyre
To rebirth that old primordial fire
When all that’s made was not
In passion, God took thought
And turned it by a word
A twist from which we gain
All that ever was
Joy, grief, and pain

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He who would create must partake
Of goblets drugged with heartache
If he would souls awake
Then he must bow. [Read more…]

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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.

Love and Time

By Elri Voigt

Gazing over her subjects, Time watches

Waiting for the next victim to be subject to her iron rule

None can escape it, like a goddess

She waits, immortal and cruel

To laugh as mankind tries to outrun her, and fails

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Two pairs of eyes meet

Two hearts skip a beat

Two souls believe

In a destiny

Two hands join together

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Dear Beloved

Oh beloved,

Don’t you know that love comes from God alone?

You might feel happiness without him

But is it real joy?

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Sin wreaks havoc in our lives.

It tempts us,

It draws us in,

It is like the song of the siren who lures sailors to their death. [Read more…]

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Christine Eaton is an 18-year-old, high school senior, who loves stories and hopes to someday publish a great novel. She lives in Southern California with her parents and her younger brother. She loves the ability to wear flip-flops in December and spend time with her friends at Disneyland. Besides writing, she loves drama, painting, and reading. Broadway musicals can usually be heard blasting through her bedroom. Some of her favorite authors include A.S. Peterson, Francine Rivers, Louisa May Alcott, and Andrew Peterson.

What You Let Them Do

I watch their ambling machines,

and I hope you dance,

I hope you surprise—

people will tie strings to you if you let them;

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don’t let me tie strings to you.

People will make a machine out of you,

fine-tune the life out of you.

Perfectionism is an illusion [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.

Jars of Clay

By Zelphia Peterson

“But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us” (2 Corinthians 4:7).

All the lovely broken people

Knit together, now made whole

Shattered fragments shining brightly

Healed and clean, a living soul

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Scattered pieces, roughened edges

Blackened bits and climbing cracks

Seen as perfect, loved as holy

So follow Him; no turning back

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This Year’s Generation

By Jason Zimmerman

We carry our phones in our pockets

while our minds ponder other things.

We meet the world with hunger,

and treat ourselves like royalty.

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The world tells us to ripen

like juicy fruit to pluck,

and we respond by shouting back,

“Good grief! We’re only kids.” [Read more…]

A Wish Fulfilled

By Adora Istrate

She wandered through her life

With her nose in a book,

Every event, every game,

For those blessed pages forsook.

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She jumped in every puddle,

Felt for every wardrobe’s back,

Dreamed of her secret identity

And armies come to attack.

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