I Am

I am merely a piece of grass that my shepherds sheep munch on.

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I am small and despised, Yet I do not forget Your precepts.
-Psalms 119:89

The Gardener

Written by: Kalen Lewis

Life –

Springing –

From the gardeners hands.

Dirt –

Moving –

From the seeds that he plants.

Sun –

Water –

Bearing down on the earth.

A process –

The gardener –

Love’s with all his heart.

Will there really be a "Morning"?

By: Emily Dickinson

Will there really be a “Morning”?

Is there such thing as “Day”?

Could I see it from the mountains

If I were as tall as they?

Has it feet like Water lilies?

Has it feathers like a bird?

Is it brought from famous countries

Of which I have never heard?

Oh some Scholar! Oh some Sailor!

Oh some Wise Man from the skies!

Please to tell a little Pilgrim

Where the place called “Morning” lies!

Beautiful

Written by: Kalen Lewis

Beautiful,
That's what you are,
Shining amongst the stars.
Furling out your wings so broad,
Weaving around the clouds.
Feathers dancing all around you,
As the night tries to close in.
Pushing all thoughts from your mind,
You pound against the wind.
The Son rises with a promise,
A promise always kept.
That He will be their always for you,
Even as you wept.

There is no Frigate like a Book

By: Emily Dickinson

There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry-
This Taverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of Toll-
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears the Human soul.

Imagine

Written By: Kalen Lewis

Imagine that you’re upside-down,

Floating through the air.

Imagine that you see the world,

Just as it is.

Imagine that the world you see,

Has its goods and bads.

Imagine that the world you see,

Is the only one you have.

For the goods you might see,

A lake with shallow waters,

A forest up high, high,

High in the mountains,

You might see a family,

Spending time together.

Some fish playing all around,

In the shallow waters.

For the bads you might see,

A man on the street,

Starving, scraping, for a coin,

To buy something to eat,

You might see a littered stretch,

Where plants cannot grow.

Where animals are abused,

Down in the dusty below.

Now imagine the gravity,

Not being as it’s told,

Lifting everything up to you,

From the dusty below,

From the shallow waters,

From the littered stretch,

From the high, high, mountains.

As it floats all around you,

You wonder how it all happened.

The sky as your floor,

The earth as your ceiling,

God didn’t make it that way,

It wasn’t supposed to happen.

There once was a princess who sat on the floor

Written By: Kalen Lewis

There once was a princess who sat on the floor,

One day she heard a knock at her door,

She cried shrilly at the knock, "Come in please!"

For she wanted some company,

A stranger walked in and said he was a thief,

The princess just sighed and offered her peace,

The thief said not a word as the princess stared,

He advanced slowly and she got scared.

She got up from her rest and slowly backed away,

The thief said slyly, "Please do stay."

With a large jump she lept out the door!

The thief stayed and said, "More!

"There is more treasure here than I can galore!"

Surely enough there was a diamond,

He picked up while saying, "You sly man."

The thief went home to his wife,

Showed it to her and said, "We can have a life."

In their crumbling house and their withering fields,

His wife said to him, "Now you sly man,

"Where did you get that diamond in your hand?"

He said not where but just these words,

"I love you Marie," and kissed her on the cheek,

She wiped off the wet and told him straight,

You’ll not be robbing you withering gait.