Our Gracious Lord

How can I praise the Lord enough for moving mountains with one touch,

blowing hurricanes with one breath,

measuring oceans with one hand—

and yet loving every speck throughout the land.

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An Excerpt From My Viking Novel

One morning I awoke to find Erik missing from his usual place by the fire, flopped on his belly with his blanket over his head. He just wasn’t there. So I yawned and stretched my sore muscles, and then took a good look around. Of course, due to the fog, it wasn’t easy. I was thankful when I heard a familiar voice by where I knew the river we followed was. The voice was familiar, but not the language it was speaking. I couldn’t understand it at all.

An Ode to Fire

T’was twilight when Flint met Steel

and the two found they could light the world

by striking together in such a way

they kindled flames that danced and hurled.

Wild and ferocious light,

the fire burned each timber

flickering in all its glory

mounting higher from the embers.

True Joy

Laughter streams down our cheeks in droplets

She clasps her hand in mine

I know she’ll never let go,

nor would I ever dare.

We’ll be friends forever

Because of God’s joy.

One Little Spark

This is a poem called a villanelle that I wrote in an online English class.

 

When one little spark grew into a flame

it set an ordinary village afire,

For one glorious spark of love and hope came.

The spark gave the villagers passion for a name,

passion for a name they chose to lift higher,

When one little spark grew into a flame.

Memories and Pearls

Here is my first post, a short story I wrote a few months ago about life, the ocean, memories, and pearls.

She stood in the sand. She didn’t know why, but she just stood there, unmoving. Gently, the cool tide washed over her bare feet. The wind blew back her hair, the sun embraced her with warmth. Over and over, the sea rushed forward and back, forward and back, salt and sand caught up in its current. Her feet oozed in the wet sand, sinking further and further as the ocean fell into a tossing rhythm over her ankles, and then, gradually, over her knees. She stood motionless, lost in some enchantment.