Between the Roses

Between the Roses

In honor of the lives lost at Columbine High School; April 20, 1999The world grew darker that day.When I grieve losses known only to me,the world carries on, obliviouswhile I stand over an empty field,wilting sunflower in hand, wondering if it was even real.But when...
Autistic

Autistic

S.F. DekreelBeing autistic meansThat my mind is constantly spinning,Constantly clicking,Constantly asking questionsThat perhaps no one else would askStories are born fasterThan my mouth can speak,Than my hands can write,Than my racing mind can registerI’m at a...
Gathering Dust

Gathering Dust

By Hannah CI am a tool in the Carpenter's shedMy perfect appearance has many misleadBut under my paint I'm starting to rustWhat good is a tool if its gathering dustI am a tool on the Carpenter's shelfIt's a rarity when I step out of myselfBut to be a success you have...
Death Is Not a Parting Place

Death Is Not a Parting Place

By KayleighAnne E. Stanton Death is not a parting place It doesn’t mean someone is gone Because if you held onto faith Your story’s just begun Death is not the final race There’s a longer round to go Another gift of the Savior’s grace And...
Vines

Vines

By S. F. Dekreel My brain is wrecked, my heart is hollow Dwelling on the idols I’ve been trying to follow I listen to them quarrel and fight in my head Hungry and greedy for a place on my throne In theory, Christ’s throne But it’s become mine I...
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