Journeying

The sun is my lamp

And the moon my nightlight at camp

The trees are my chapel

Without a penny to my name yet joys I have ample

The mountain peaks are where I sing God’s praise

And in the valleys I lay and watch the sheep graze

I’m always journeying

 

Through snow and through rain

Though the worldly sins are ever burdening

I keep journeying to light and a place with no more pain 

The Passage of Time

The mists of time endlessly swirl before my eyes.

And I watch helplessly as the pool of age slowly dries.

Nothing that was, can ever be again,

Whether it had been of happiness or pain.

So let’s sing a sweet song for that, which is gone,

But let us also keep looking forward to the new adventure, as time marches on.

Battle

This is my first poem I wrote on my own, I don't know how many poems I was made to make in school but this is the first one I actually wanted to write. It is inspired by J.R.R Tolkien's masterpiece, The Lord of the Rings. this is a scene from the last book in the trilogy, The Return of the King.

The Nazgûl is slain by éowyn the fair

But I do not care, for all hope has turned to despair

For lo! In the water there comes a mighty fleet

And on its black sails, death comes to meet

But oh joy! What is this? Do my eyes lie?

For there out of the darkness shines seven stars in my eye

Aragorn son of Arathorn has come to our aid

Quickly let’s end this nasty raid

Victory is ours! Look at them flee

And soon the sun shall shine and all will be free!

Idle Hands are the Devil's Workshop

 “Idle hands are the Devil’s workshop” I’m sure we have all heard this quote sometime in our lives. This quote comes in many different versions "The Devil finds work/mischief for idle hands to do”, “Idle hands are the Devil's tools”, “If the Devil finds a Man idle, he'll set him at Work”, “Idle Brains are the Devil's Workhouses”, and "Idle hands do the Devil's work”. Even though each of them is worded slightly different, they all mean the same thing. When you are bored it’s a lot easier to do bad things and make the wrong choices. This proves its self true almost every day. Here are only a few examples.

A boy is bored. He sees his little sister playing happily with her toys. The first thing that pops into his head is to go over and cause trouble with her. The devil is putting that into his head, and since he is bored with nothing to do, it seems to him like fun.

 Here’s another, a teenager has been home from school for a few hours now, her friends aren’t calling, she’s checked her Email at least a million times already, and there’s nothing to do. A kid from school, who she knows is a trouble causer and he gets into trouble all the time, calls her and asks if she wants to hang out with him and his friends. Because she is bored and her real friends are busy with other stuff she accepts. A week later she’s still hanging out with that group, she’s lost her other friends and she is smoking and getting in trouble with the law. This is another scenario where boredom leads to the wrong choices but unlike the first example, this one ends up with much more severe and maybe life ruining effects.

 Last example, an adult has been watching her weight, she’s been exercising and on a diet. She’s got nothing to do, she starts pacing around the house and she finds herself in the kitchen. Before she knows it she’s gotten out the vanilla covered almonds and some Dove™ chocolates. Now this is a little harder to identify the bad thing that boredom creates, because what’s the matter with eating? Nothing, except when eating becomes a habit for when you are bored. This is the hardest temptation to overcome, at least for me it is, many times I have found myself snacking on food, not because I’m hungry, but just because I can’t think of anything better to do.

 In each of our private lives we have some kind of temptation that is created from lack of things to do, how do we overcome this? How can we have victory over the devil? One easy solution is to get a hobby, so when we find that we have nothing to do, instead of being bored, we can go and work on that hobby. It could be anything, building miniatures, sewing, writing, or anything else that you enjoy doing. Just remember “Idle hands are the Devils workshop”

Endless Journey

This poem I came up with while my sister and I were swinging at a park near our house. When we came home we found out we were locked out and our brother was downstairs, so he couldn't hear us knocking. So I spent the time we had to wait, memorizing this poem so I wouldn't forget it before I could write it down.

The shapeless clouds of the heavens go by

Like fleets of ships in an ocean of sky

The sunlight so golden shines on their white sails

As it sinks in the west, light slowly fails

They sail through the bitter night and into the glory of dawn

And hope ever rises as they journey on

The Battle Between Good and Evil

I live under a curse, a constant doom that hangs over my head and sucks the very life out of me. But I’m not alone; every other human being is under this same deadly curse. There are very few who can resist its corrupting powers, I am one of the few who have seen the Light. Those who have seen the Light have been given a power, the ability to not fall into the evil corruption that others fall into, but we still must live under this impending doom. But along with the power comes a promise, that this curse will be lifted. When, we do not know, but we know it will happen soon. I can feel it in the air. An expectancy, the deep breath before the plunge, a war is coming. A war of such a cosmic size that the very foundations of this evil earth shall be shaken, a clash of all that is good and all that is evil will go down in history as the greatest war… ever. Which side will win? It may sound smug to say that my side will win, but the Light has told us, and the Light never lies. But still I lay awake in the cold watches of the night thinking of what would happen if the Dark side would win. The horrors that parade my mind are almost too much to bear. If the Dark side did win, the world would be plunged into an even greater darkness then it currently is in. all hope would vanish. All people would die and yet not be able to leave their accursed bodies in what would become living hell. The faint flickers of light and happiness would no longer be, for the Light would be killed or defeated and locked away in a prison with no door. But it is impossible for the Light to be vanquished, no matter how hard the Darkness strikes or thinks it can over throw the Light.

An Investigation of a Kidnapping: Part 3 of 3

This is the final part of the three part series An Investigation of a kidnapping. This time it's from the point of view of the girl who was kidnapped. Enjoy!

“Tubby come here! Where are you running off too?” I called after my dog but he wouldn’t listen. I ran after him through the crowded street, calling his name, but he wouldn’t come to me. I wondered what had gotten into him, he was acting weird, I thought. By then I had gotten far away from my mother, but I wasn’t really worried until Tubby ran into a dark alley way. I knew better then to go into that place alone, especially when it was deserted. But I knew I had to get Tubby back, so I took a step in. the alley seemed to stop short in a dead end just a few feet away, but I didn’t see Tubby anywhere. Where could he have gone? How could a dog vanish into thin air? I reasoned with myself that there were people just outside the shadows and, with one last look back, I stepped fully into the darkness. I soon found out that what I thought was a wall was actually tons of boxes stacked as high as I could see. Maybe, I thought to myself, Maybe Tubby went behind that wall. So I stepped timidly behind the stack of boxes. But I hardly had any time to look around when two strong arms grabbed me! I let out a piercing scream just before I felt a handkerchief tied tightly around my mouth making it impossible to call for help. The big man carried me away and I saw over his shoulder tons of people come rushing to save me, but they were too late.