Cry of the Stars

Authors note: rain is awesome without thunda!

chained to my sins
temptations everywhere
evils are lurking behind,
every corner
Searching,
always searching
But never truly finding
searching for hope
hope for life
Searching for a reason,
a reason to live
Searching for the answer,
to the question,
why even live at all?
Finding...
finding the light
The infinite light,
full of everything good and Holy.
Finding Him
learning His ways,
His Teachings,
Him.
Living
Living under His provision,
peace of mind,
living under His,
Love.

Stars
You see them twinkling
You see them sparkling
Through the misty atmosphere
But tell me,
Have you ever heard the stars,
Listened to their wondrous song,
Clear and crystal, a shining sound?
Tell me,
Have you ever touched the stars,
Felt their scorching, cooling surface,
Hard yet soft and gentle?
You can always see the stars
But you've never lived,
Until you've heard
And touched
The stars

The drums are pounding
Pounding, resounding
Beating out the sound of
Grief
The flutes are singing
Singing, weeping,
Wailing the song of
Tears
Drop by drop
The Music tells the tale
of Bittersweet
Hopelessness
And Sadness

Hesitation,
He still stands in the shadows,
She's in the open moonlight,
He wonders why
She wonders why
He hesitates
And then, suddenly
He knows he loves her,
He steps into the moonlight
He kneels
She gasps
He stands up and hugs her
Fiercely
And she hugs him back.

Six months later,
He stands at the altar,
She's still outside the sanctuary,
She wonders why,
He wonders why,
She hesitates,
And then, suddenly,
She knows again she loves him,
She steps into the aisle
She says "I do"
He says "I do"
They look into each others' eyes
And never, ever after that
Forget when they hesitated,
And then knew,
That they loved each other.

Freed,
freed from the cages of sin,
freed,
from the fetter of past daunting secrets,
from the dim glow of evil,
within your very soul
Free to live,
free to be,
free to worship,
and glorify.
Free

Once upon a fresh dreary autumn dark,
I dreamed a dream beyond the night,
a dream so new and strange,
it still gives me quite a fright

Twas such a dream filled with truthful deception,
just enough to make you want to continue the delusion.
But things hastily turn to confusion and sorrow from such relaxation

Icy cold sweat floods your body as your teeth glaringly grind in the night,
everything within your every being has change, there is no solution
Your muscles tighten as your heart goes a-flight,
you can feel it coming over you,
as if it were a great pollution.
Your heart is beating with such rapid pace,
the rest of your being can hardly keep up.
The fear rises upon your horror-stricken face…

But then with the speed of a second,
the insanity is over.
You find yourself awake,
reality begins to surrounds you,
but still your body can do nothing but shake

The voices you heard,
the stomping,
the quarrels,
the shirking,
everything you felt,
all that you thought you knew,
and all that you had yet to,
all were but only a dream.
Only a mere dream

This very frightful day,
I went in and sat down upon a very high chair,
and got my hair cut.
The snipping of the metal sheers,
the small talk of the dresser,
and the taste of the cherry lollipop,
all part of the intriguing experience
Only but 3 inches were gone,
but I still miss my hair.


The end.

The perfect drink,
Creamy, cold, and refreshing
Goes great with cookies

Homework is a strange thing
It's work you do at home
And turn in again the next day
And then they tell you whether
It's good
Or bad

But the question is,
When you're homeschooled
What is homework?
Is it your schoolwork,
Period?
Or is it the supplements
After dinner?
What is homework when you're homeschooled?

Today, today
A dreary day,
The dark grey masses pushing the sun to oblivion
A dreary day,
Today, today
Another dreary day
Today.

Autumn is
A crisp, a clear
A scent of
Apples and cider and leaves and
Autumn itself

Autumn is
A shiver, a shudder,
A feeling of
Autumn rain and cold and warmth and
Autumn itself

Autumn is
A taste, a smell,
A dinner of
A turkey and stuffing and cranberries and
Autumn itself

Autumn is
A sight, a tree,
A beautiful forest
A burst of sudden colored foliage and falling leaves and
Autumn itself

Autumn is

Here.