Narrative Poem (*Needs Title*)

He chattered constantly as we descended
on the moving stairs
It was a normal day at the shopping centre
Or so we all thought.
"Ow ow ow"
He began to cry,
and I slowly turned
my attention to him.
What could it be
this time?
Probably nothing
I thought as I went to turn
back away.
But no.
His foot was
trapped.
I couldn't pull him
out
no matter how hard I tried.
Others rushed to
help
as well.
Over an
hour
passed,
though it seemed like more.
Finally,
with much help
he was free.
I wipe my eyes
and sigh.

The Cup of Jesus

The cup is full;
Drink.
Many have,
but even now,
it is still full.
Waiting
for you.

First Draft of a Sonnet

The sky was bright with hope and peace for years
It seemed that all was well with everything
So tiny, insignificant were fears
And all events gave a reason to sing.

 But then darkness came; with sadness and fear

Though no one knew why this was happening.

The joy that once was, was no longer here.
But hope was soon to come like the new spring.

The hope that came was most unexpected

Who would have thought a mechanical wave?

Sneaking out of the dark, unsuspected
This hope is often the thing that will save

 So many things are not the same

But it’s better now than when we came.

Easter Lilies

Silent trumpets lift
their delicate heads to
the heavens.
A soft breeze
makes them seem
to share in
awe
and wonder
of the Risen Glory.

Tears (revision 1)

Thin, wet
trails
leave transparent
marks
on cold,
dry skin.

A Locked Door

The door is locked

Where is the key?

She keeps it hidden

So no one can see.

Its existence forgotten

Until one day

Something strange happened

But she knew not what to say.

Tears and rain

She is crying
The sky is crying too
Rain mixes
With the tears on her cheeks
Neither knows the reason
Why?
There is no answer