The Picnic

Lounging on a blanket,
we listened to the bird song.
It played from trees and
engulfed us into peace.

We watched birds in a funny dance,
move a few paces and rest, then move again.
We laughed at them,
shaking our heads and pointing.

We spoke of God,
the Creator of our world.
We spoke of His creation,
how beautiful it is.

We must return to this place,
this peaceful place here
where birds do funny dances
and God's glory is revealed.

Peaceful Retreat

The keyboard stood against the wall,
anticipating when hands would met the keys.
He positioned himself, tall and handsome,
with hands moving over keys.

The soft melody and music filled
the cluttered room.
She lounged on the couch nearby,
breathing in the emotions.

The air illuminated with music
rocked her to a peaceful place,
leaving the hurry and routine
of everyday life.

Waiting to return there,
she beckoned to her enchanter
to take her again to
the place of peaceful retreat.

Her Father's Lap

The sun glistened on the water,
creating crystals of shining light.
She stood there, smiling,
her sandy hair flapping in the breeze.

A dog ran to her,
licked her welcoming hand.
A butterfly fluttered from flower to flower,
bringing another smile to her lips.

The woman sat with her feet
dangling off the dock and into the coolness.
Her laughter bounced off the mountains
as if she were a child again.

But she was.
She played on her Father's lap
while His arms protected her
and He showed her His creation.

Safe (This is a song)

In the hands of Almighty God

You're safe

In the hands of Your Father

You're safe

Nothing will get you where you are

You're safe
You're safe


In the hands of Almighty God

I'm safe

In the hands of my Father

I'm safe

Nothing will get me where I am

I'm safe
I'm safe

You in Me

The sun streams through the tree branches.
The birds sing as they fly in the sky.
The clouds are puffy white in the blue expanse above.
And the wind blows gently through my hair.

I can hear a whisper
As light as a feather
Speak into my ear
As I walk through this beauty.

A whisper on the wind
A call to me
To follow You
A call to do my part.

I walk through Your beauty
With gratitude in my heart.
Oh God, You amaze me
You have created a reflection of what You are.

A reflection I pray
I mirror to others
So that they may see
You in me.

The skeleton in the Death Camp-the story of a Jew

I was an adventurous child.
Though a Jewish boy, I killed and ate pigs on my farm.
Always getting into mischief.
Never went to school or the temple.
Almost hated being me.
One day, all that changed.
Mother and I were captured.
On the crowded train, I met a dark haired girl, not more than 16.
She was lovely in the dark, even her Star of David looked inviting.
We fell in love, but soon would be separated.
She and I both trembled as we walked into the camp.
She to one side and I to the other.
Each day, we would walk together.
Telling each other our pains and seeing each other's scars.
She would laugh, but I could not.
Life was no fun.
One day, she did not come.
Someone told me she had been killed.
I cried out to everyone.
I myself was killed in the furnace.
My soul and hers reunited once again.


*I wrote that in 11th grade English class.