Little Red Ball

The ball soars upward, a streak of red in the perfect blue sky. When will it come back down to my waiting hands? Was I really that strong to throw it so high? 

But then I realize; it’s not coming down.

I gaze up at it, a small red dot, growing ever smaller. I laugh and wave good bye to it. It is free, rising above the world of gravity; through chilly clouds, past soaring birds. Brave little ball, how scary it must be to be the first to show the world that laws are only words. 

Up and up it climbs, what a view it must see! For an instant I wish I could be up there with it, to be so free. But life still holds me bound to earth at the will of gravity. Still further up it goes, past comets and shooting stars. Will it return home? What a brave little ball, shining up in the galaxies, brighter and happier than any star around it. 

“Billy, are you going to toss me the ball?” I hear daddy’s voice. I flinch, back in the real world. 

Looking down I see that same little red ball in my hands. I laugh again and toss it to dad.

“Don’t worry, little ball, I know where you’ve been!” I whisper to it as it flies through the air, up and up, free! Then gravity pulls it back, the invisible leash drawing tight. 

It arches gracefully and lands in my dad’s hand.

Japan

Crashing waves, rumbling rocks.

Splitting earth and sinking docks.

The end is near,

So how dare we sit here,

While the world falls apart,

And people die without a forgiven heart. 

In memory of the devastating earthquake and tsunami that happened in Japan one year ago today.

Valentine's

This is a poem I wrote for my parents for Valentine's,

For this Valentine's I have nothing grand,

To tell you the truth, I have nothing planned.

No chocolates or a graceful note,

That my hands would have lovingly wrote.

Instead, I have something simple and true,

Just three little words, "I love you."

Happy Valentine's everyone!

Healing Begins

To all those who mourn,

 To the broken of heart,

And to those who think all happiness from their life is torn,

Do not let hope part.

Those who weep will laugh again

This blanket of despair will fall away

 The demons you fear will be slain

And you will awaken to a new day.

 

The Foundations of this Government

                Freedom is not a right; it is a gift, one that most Americans take for granted as much as they do life. Free speech is not a right; it is merely a result of a healthy government who has set its foundations in God. But what happens if the foundation, the very cornerstone of that government becomes rejected? What happens when our leaders begin to chisel away those little things they don’t like, thinking the foundation is strong enough to endure a few “adjustments,” but they only find more things to get rid of. Americans should not be surprised, when they look back, to find that many of the gifts that they call rights are ever so slowly fading away, so slowly you hardly notice the changes until it is too late. All because some people decided it was too offensive to pray in school, that the greeting “merry Christmas” should be replaced with “happy holidays.” As America slowly becomes an atheistic or “all Inclusive” country, do not be surprised that our government is starting to crumble, for the foundation of it is being taken away, and how can something stand without it’s foundations?

Passing Away

Faint echoing cries, lonely goodbyes.

Shining tears that are shed, the heart that mourns has bled.

Hope is gone with what which is dead, lying lifeless on the hard cold bed.

But blossoms still bloom, hope will awaken soon.

In the heart of one’s soul, love will have taken its toll.

The Moment of Truth

“Do you believe in God?” A girl asks her in a steely cold voice. The cold metal of a gun presses against Christine’s forehead. She had seen what had happened to the last person they had asked, he was laying in a pool of blood with lifeless eyes. She knew that would be her next if she said yes, but what else could she say, she couldn’t lie. She closes her eyes, letting the darkness envelop her thoughts, calming the screaming voice in her head. ‘I will not deny you, my Lord.’ She prays silently. She feels an indescribable peace wash over her; she knows what she must do. “Well!?” the girl with the gun nearly screams. Christine slowly opens her eyes and looks straight into the face of her murderer, unblinking. “Yes! He is my Lord and he sent his Son to die for me and-” She never finishes her sentence; the gun shot rings through the school hallways. The girl, her blue eyes lifeless, falls to the ground with the sweetest smile on her lips. She had been set free, she was home.