Monthly Archives: March 2015

Wake Up

Mar 25, 2015 By Sara in Prose Tags: God, life, suffering

Wake up, little child. Dress your wounds, touch the sun. A new day has begun. But in her heart, there is nothing new. Old stories like scars spread, uncountable rivers of blood. They flow unhidden across the tender, precious face of a child, seeping into the crimson dawn. Bitter screams and helpless calls into the(…)

Pandemonium

We are one In a black and white world From thorns to crowns We bleed in colour A man’s breath Is God’s breath We desecrate His image When we remain silent Brimming and brewing A broken world bleeds Mercy like rain For every shattered heart We are dwarfed by indifference Shadowed by fear They march(…)
The Whitened Harvest

“Behold, I say to you, lift up your eyes and look at the fields, for they are already white for harvest!” John 4:35 It was a seven-year harvest, and we could not have known the beginning from the end. I began, steeped in dreams of publishing grandeur, a young innocent. One who never considered the(…)
A Dream I Once Had

Time and waves This stilled heart, embraced Upon the deep ocean, my voyage drew the light of stars Every day was eternal I rested in fortresses of sand, wind, and wave They carried and filled All the broken cracks in me I wondered in quiet towns that lay in dreams Waiting to wake up They(…)
Skyscrapers

I grew up in skyscrapers A divine frontier, a home in the stars Nights of warm ember, lights shine forever It was you and I In a carousel dream Childhood melds into leaves, afternoons in the sun Dappled and strong, the bird that calls Echoes down marble halls A light in my room (…)
Redemption

The firmament of time, Where memories of deep Shimmer and fade As we walk into a new millennium I was lost and undefined When I gave all I had into words That would change my life Forever. I looked into the mirror And the girl was far, far gone into the vale of(…)
The Pursuit

The Pursuit was a wonderful and new experience in my life. This was my first time attending a ministry training conference. I was in a foreign place, away from loved ones and everything I knew to be home. I’d never been to London, Ontario, and was excited for it. I did not know that a(…)
Atonement

One year fragile The heart remembers her dreams It was an age gone by When desperate desire culminated into fantasy and delirium We came true at last. I remember every emotion, every day We live in memory Each golden moment treasured in the sun I found these pieces in your eyes. These tears stain(…)