Disclaimer: This poem has nothing to do with my life. I cannot emphasize this enough. Also, it means nothing. Literally. This is what happens when you listen to too much sappy pop music, and think “I could do THAT.” Performances of the song are welcome. But the name of the band MUST be “Parakeet Moon”. I […]Read more "I Find My Friend"
I did not know that perfect love was mine, wrapped up in swaddling clothes before my birth and opened there upon the cross—the sign that grants my meager soul its worth. More thrilling than an ice-cold breeze on hot and humid days, the moment when I knew that I had been the object of His […]Read more "Sonnet VIII"
I should have known You long ago— my heart was born with chambers void of blood, the walls just small and hidden to the eyes, but to the soul more endless than the stars. I should have felt Your absence in my tears— the ache of endings could have been a mold to pour my […]Read more "Perfect Gift"
The day will come to lay our swords to rest And enter victors to the Light of home, But we are soldiers set on foreign soil. For now, we press our shields against the blows Of evil ranks stretched to horizons all Around. We lift our swords and charge the horde As arrows fly […]Read more "Song of the Soldiers"
I’ve been watching the clock closely for half an hour, and the moment has finally come: 8:59 p.m. E.S.T. It’s Romeo’s and my 24-hour anniversary! Romeo is the best man alive, and I am so looking forward to spending the rest of my life with him!!!!!!!! Okay, girls, on to today’s topic. Yesterday, I taught […]Read more "Juliet’s Journal: How to Be an Awesome Girlfriend"
The door is locked, the perfect view to hide, But no one thinks to try the knob. The warm Design of letters carved in wood, the wide, Artistic swirls become a person’s form. To peer into a soul unveiled would turn Our hearts away. To watch desire play Upon a vow with muddy feet would […]Read more "Sonnet VII"
The gift of love may dress in many ways: Ofttimes in soft and cozy cotton, bought By fate–a family’s love that wraps and stays, As warm to any who had been their lot; Ofttimes in denim chosen by a friend To walk and talk where weeping willows sigh Or laugh together till the daylight’s […]Read more "Sonnet VI"
How patiently He waited for the hour To give the perfect token of His love, The pardon for our guilt, enliv’ning pow’r, By perfect wisdom wrought from heights above. In time the Son was born as man to dwell— The sinless One—beneath our own sin’s curse. He knew our pain and sorrow, felt it well, […]Read more "Sonnet V"
This poem is for my mom—an intelligent, fun, beautiful woman who could have done anything she wanted. But she chose to be Mom to my five siblings and me, not just in her free time, but 24/7. The gift of growing up with her is one that I will treasure forever. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! […]Read more "Beneath the Glass"
In glory far beyond all earthly thought, He sat enthroned in timeless majesty- The Father, Son, and Spirit—one—with naught To mar the perfect Love’s infinity. Was Heaven’s beauty not enough a home? Or flawless love, an empty well to Him? Did some privation drive His heart to roam? Must love, though true, still fade a […]Read more "Sonnet II"