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Reaching the Summit

I was cozy at home,
Yet I yearned for excitement,
I wanted to go to the mountains;
So, I went their with good intent.

My mother said to be careful
For climbing is dangerous in many ways.
She told me to take along useful tools
I took them, hurrying with no delay.

I took a small radio
so I could listen to my mother
She wanted me to be safe;
She would watch for dangerous weather.

My Father had started to climb earlier.
I expected to meet him at the top.
My Brother was right there with him
Whose trustworthiness never stopped.

I started to climb that mountain
Everyonce in a while turning around.
I looked down and pondered many things.
I like what my mind found.

I continued to strive,
Even to climb the most jaged paths.
I was so involved in the climb, however,
That I didn't see the storms wrath.

My mother tried to warn me over and over
But I was not listening and the radio was down
I took no shelter, for I thought I was fine
But the storm suddenly came with a thundering sound.

My Father, up way on the mountain,
Knew the storm would come,
He sent my trusting Brother down,
Because he was the only one.

My Brother made his way down the climb
He saw me and heard me when I slipped.
And through the rain and danger, he came to save me
As I was loosing my grip.

I felt his hand grab hold of mine.
He pulled me up onto the ledge.
I felt such love and reassurance from him,
As I gazed back over the edge.

He told me he would always love me
As he gazed at me and smiled.
He said to go safely to our Father.
Giving me a hug he said, "Go the extra mile."

At that moment I heard a roar,
Like a multitude of angry men.
We both looked up to see some falling rocks,
Tumbling down the glen.

My brother helped me to the other edge,
But for him, it was too late.
They beat him and bruised him.
And he plunged to his fate.

His hands were torn and pierced
From reaching towards the cliff's side.
When He continued falling down,
A jagged rock pierced his side.

He landed on the ground, breaking both legs
I looked over the edge in terror.
As I cried out and wept, as the storm thundered
I remembered my Father.

The sun seemed to peek through the clouds,
And I wiped my tears away and went onwards.
While being very careful, ascending the rocks,
I will always remember his last words.

He told me he would always love me
As he gazed at me and smiled.
He said to go safely to our Father.
Giving me a hug he said, "Go the extra mile."
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A Cry in the Darkness

Who is listening to my cry
I don't know when, I don't know why
Sometimes pain seems to be unceasing
When the powers of dark are unleashing

I have a sword, and a shield
But how can I use these, what else can I wield?
Light always invades darkness, never the other way
Light shows a path, while darkness leads astray.
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A Shimmer of You

Are you listening to me again? Are you trying to read and
perceive my thoughts? Are you thinking? Is there a
glimmer in your thoughts as if you were dreaming of the
glistening of the sun from a clear, slow lake atop a
mountain? Is there that sparkle?

I have seen those things,
Shimmering in my mind.
The shining moments of splendor,
And others of the kind.

There you seem to be
Skipping over and over.
In my mind you dance
By the lake, among the clover.

Though sometimes in my thoughts,
I remember a past.
I recall to the present,
Can I make the good last?

I talk to my creator
Of you in my prayers.
I feel much of the time
That He releases my fears.

I want that shimmer
To sing in my mind.
I could see it lasting
Even for all time.

As though thinking for itself
My mind knows its desire,
And my heart with him agrees
Glowing like a fire.

Could they lie?
Could it be true?
Yes, I am falling
More in love with you.

So is the resolve
Of my thoughts this night
As I try to do
Everything that is right.
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Reflections of the Sky

I saw the clouds and wondered why.
On my back, I stared as I lie.
Oh what a beautiful, beautiful sight;
It has power and might.

I try to view all things with beauty,
And in all things, good I can see.
Every cloud has a unique shape,
And on this I must contemplate.

Some clouds were unpleasant to me
Because they were stormy.
Other clouds just seemed dark,
But the wind spoke at the park.

She said I see beauty in every cloud,
And for each one I am very proud.
I enjoy watching them as I roll by,
Seeing that each shape and color is sweet like pie.
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Emotions Torn Loose

Emotions torn loose
In wait to deceive.
What will they do next?
They always hurt and never bring relief!

Will you crouch in pain?
They're tearing at your mind.
It drives you crazy,
But you stay blind!

How can it be this way?
The way I feel for another.
These emotions bring hate;
These emotions bring anger.

They will attack every living thing,
But wait just a second!
They are spawned in females,
And they are no longer fond.

Their hair turns to snarly grass;
They get fat, increasing in mass.
They clinch their teeth
And ignore you when you pass.

Beware these emotions
Present in all living things.
But beware little girls
With sharp vicious fangs!
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Seeing Through the Tiger's Stripe

Taking a trip to Africa's jungles,
We saw monkeys feeding their uncles.
I saw an alligator from what I can figure.
Then I saw a dark striped tiger.

I looked it in the eyes, it staring straight back.
It stared at me, piercing my soul like a tack.
I gazed back into its eyes seeing hope.
Could he be hungry? Nope.

It seemed as though without hesitation
The tiger with deep, brown eyes asked a question.
I wondered and was confused at those hopeful, brown eyes.
I couldn't convey any accountful lies.

I looked at his coat, through the many vines;
Each stripe rose up, like a blazing fire climbs.
And in each stripe, the world I saw,
Its nature and wonders, those having no flaw.

I gazed back into his glaring face,
As if I had an answer to place.
He turned and walked away, content as I replied.
He then shed a single tear, layed down, and died.

It disappeared into thin air.
It is finished; the answer was fair.
Another tiger came closer from the distance.
Its coat was perfect, none better in existence.
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Baby is Sick

Moving fast paced with fervent motion,
The war drove on from ocean to ocean.
Sometimes it seems that it will never stop;
Everything has seemed to flop.

It has continued for one year now
Between two countries, neither will bow!
What kind of war is this, one asks?
One with internal pain and with many masks.

Sister is gone, brother is too.
Perhaps they will be home in a year or two.
Baby is still home; she can be so sweet,
But now it is sick and has nothing to eat.

Mother and Father are both confused.
One thinks the war will make sis bruised.
The other says too many will die.
The baby cries and cries and cries.

Who can care for the baby but mother and father?
It needs the mother's care and the father's love.
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Evil's Innocence

Suzy is a girl of many wonders.
She would speak very cruel and evil
With the children all listening,
And with black magic books and wicked chantings
To her stories with delight,
She would raise up a butcher knife.
She would eye them;
Which one would she do away with next? Oh yes,
She loved to take care of innocent children.
She was ugly inside and she was fake on the out.
She had looks of gold and a beautiful voice;
So that she could deceive the children,
Even to take ones living breath away!
They gocked and cried as she beat the next child.
She hoped they would learn someday from the one;
She sought the children for prey, not thinking of him:
The Savior Jesus Christ and his atoning sacrifice.
She will regret her actions, having none of this:
The love for others, the children, and Christ.
Instead she will have torment from those she hates;
She will have this to take with her when she dies.
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Blade of Light

Satan waits at every corner
With the whims of the world up his sleeve.
He changed bad to good and evil to righteous
To make the hearts of them deceived.

I love to remember the light of Christ
Piercing my wanting soul like fire.
And when I see Satan on the corner,
My stature grows a little higher.

I ponder the goodness of God
And Satan's cold proudness,
Remembering that nothing invades light;
But light always invades darkness.
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