A Poem By Madalyn Clare // 1/30/2018

Little child, gazing by,
Hope is light, way up high.
Watch the stars fade and grow,
Waning fear, waxing hope.

Little child, lulling eyes,
Hope is here, no disguise.
Watch the moon, smiling down,
Sleeping then, guarding now.

Little child, wond’rous face,
Hope is calm, noise disgraced.
Watch the sky, standing still,
Joyful hush, soundless thrill.

Little child, gather blue,
Hope is perfect, hope is you.


Somehow this reminds me of

Somehow this reminds me of something I just can't recall...something I've heard once before...
Anyways, it's beautiful and sweet. I love its childlike simplicity. --that's a complement, by the way! Thank you so much for posting this piece. I have to say, it's really peaceful and lulling--a perfect lullaby.

Libby | Thu, 02/01/2018

“The gospel alone is the power of God unto salvation.
Therefore, suffer, yes. Be misunderstood, yes. Be shamed, yes. But do not be ashamed. For the joy set before you, take up your cross, follow Jesus, be shamed and despise the shame!" -- John Piper

Thanks, Libby! Yay! I wanted

Thanks, Libby!
Yay! I wanted that feeling of nostalgia, that simplicity you can't quite place, that makes one think about their childhood.
I wrote this to the tune of 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star', just as a side note.

Madalyn Clare | Thu, 02/01/2018

Introverts unite!
From the comfort of your own homes!

Aww, this is really sweet,

Aww, this is really sweet, Maddie. Well done.

Damaris Ann | Fri, 02/02/2018

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.


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