FaithIS

The first day of summer vacation is always the best. Those days always have this special feeling stirred in with joy and boredom. The first day of summer has that lost ingredient of, a new adventure. "So boys, what d'rekon we do this summer?" said seven year old Sebastian. "How 'bout we finish that there space rocket we's never got to finish last summer," said another seven year old Sam. "Why not a tree house? We could get our dads to come an' help us do all that building stuff," said seven year old Duncan. They were all crouching, digging a hole using little twigs as shovels near a short picket fence in their neighborhood park. Now th

My rainy day. I see, I hear, I laugh. Because there is no gloominess, and only all opportunities. My breath makes little fog circles on my window and I just love making smiley faces. I see the little tulips and dandelions dancing back and forth every drop shaking their petite petals. I see Trees glee with joy in furry green smiles as rain gently trickles their rough skin. I see fluffy birdies playing tag on their favorite day with not a care in the world as it rains. I hear the musical melody of pitter-patter of baby raindrops and I stick my tongue out for the lick of magic. I hear calmness as all listen for the bes

I look up and pray, For the first time in my life, For my baby girl. Because God cant take her away from me, When He just gave her away. Take me away, I beg. But He doesn't want me. The hospital is worse than hell. Death surrounds, Sickness prevails, And sadness, Over rules. I sat with worry, And I sat with hope. But I sat all by myself, Waiting for my life to come running to me, With a dimple smile on her face And begging for ice cream. And my heart ached to remember, And broke down in tears, As I sat with hope, In hell. And I remembered her little laughs, That would make the bright sun jealous, and make me proud.

I sit upon feather-weaved ground weaving my toes through the softness, Through tickley-ness as my toes giggle, In my wheat field. The wind huffs loudly through my ears, jealous of my senses. wheat stalks waving to the happy setting sun, Letting go of their seeds as tears. They pile up in my hair, and brushing ever so slightly against my face, To kiss me goodbye. I close my eyes, and I see, And I think, This is life. This is what it means to live. the warm sun hugs me with warm light As it descended slowly down. My toes in full tickling sensation, As my wheat field said its last goodbye Waving and crying through tickli

I'll tell you what you are, A parasite. You live in me, feeding on my fear, You live in me, enjoying my suffering. You live in me, yet you have no mercy. I pray, I beg, I cry, till I no longer know to who I'm crying to. You, or to God? I asked parasite for peace, You denied. I asked for freedom, You only laughed at my face. Laughed at my weakness. Laughed at how pathetic I am. But I'm not pathetic or weak, I cry. And you laugh even more, and I cried even more. I'll tell you what you are, A beast. A hideous ugly beast that came into beauty's life. You made me sacrifice. You made me scared. You made me want to die. And yet