“No one can serve two masters. For you will hate one and love the other...” Matthew 6:24
“...But as for me and my family, we will serve the LORD.” Joshua 24:14
Leaves, leave me now
Leaves, where do thou go?
Dost thou fly to far reaches or stay close to home?
Where dost your infinite color create?
From the paintbrush of God?
The bronze, purplish, redish, golds create a sunburst in my tree.
Dost thou hurt to fade into nothing every autumn?
Leaves, thou leave me now, sinking, covered by snow.
Leaves, have no fear, thou shall return with spring’s rainy delight
amid sunshine and flowers and thou tree branch’s might.
Where Roads Go
If I were a road where would I go?
Up through mountain streams
Or down the air with snow?
Winding, weaving, curving,
Filled with destinations unknown?
If I were a road where would I go?
Would there be fields of flowers
Or frozen lakes of cold?
Would the path of me be safe,
Free of obstacles?
If I were a road where would I go?
Who would travel upon me,
leaving marks abound?
Would they maintain and care for me,
filling cracks of ground?
If I were a road where would I go?
Who would my path influence,
bringing them to and fro?
Who would my path help find their way?
Bringing them through fear of lost?
This road is traveled greatly,
this road is free of cost.
I am a road and I know where I go.
We came out of the BWCA yesterday after a 42.5 mile backpacking trip on the Kekekabic to the news that my brother’s best friend died on Thursday, October 7, one week after his 21st birthday. He had been using heroine, which took his family and friends by shock, Julian had hidden it well. Apparently the heroine he was using Thursday had been cut badly, and no matter the amount he had taken, it would have been lethal.
For Julian
I didn’t know you very well,
But was familiar with your smile.
You were always there for my brother,
Keeping him on track.
I wish we could have seen the signs.
Then maybe you’d still be here,
Still be alive.
A week ago you turned 21,
You had to work late that day,
But I know you still had fun.
How could you have gone down that road?
Why could you
Not
Have
Stopped?
Your presence is gone forever,
My brother’s best friend
Is
Lost.
You will be missed always,
Never
To
Be
Forgot.
Julian we miss you.
Rest
In
Peace.
You guys will be seeing a lot more poetry, and maybe an occasional short story, because I am currently taking a Creative Writing class and enjoying every minute of it. Nathan is also really encouraging me to post some of my stuff here, so here ya go!
For this poem we were told to go somewhere different, out of the ordinary, and write about any inspiration or feelings we felt. Friday night, after the MADACS awards for work we had the privilege of attending a free afterparty at Target Field where we got a behind the scenes tour!
Baseball Rockstar
On an empty field of green
I almost hear the crowd roar.
The crack of the bat
as my baseball takes soar.
The hotdogs smell juicy,
the kettle corn is hot.
The people are screaming
for me to give it my best shot.
My heals dig into the dirt
as I see the moon rise.
The silent echo grows loud
as the falling star flies.
I quietly whisper my wish as it falls from the sky.
Make me a baseball rockstar,
make me one of the guys.
~Nathan
~Amy
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