A Special Kind of Friend by L. Zac

Well I dragged a new friend in...we'll just call her L. Zac, and this is her first poem to be put out there and I think it is extremely good and beautiful.

My broken heart weeps quietly.
The whispered words go by.
In my mind I am invincible.
And no one seems to care.
I wonder if I am alone in this.
I am beaten and confused.
My life has no meaning.

I heard about the Lord today.
From a man who stood on the street.
He told me I could have a friend that would love me unconditionally.
I broke down and wept, knowing I was saved from this torture.

I went to church to find how my savior came to be.
And found there was a book to tell it all to me.
I found I love him and I can live my life freely now.

Hope to have my dear friend L. Zac back soon!

The Ride by Abbi Wharton

Well I'm not quite sure about this one...but I always pictured them thinking things like this...from a Horse's point of view about a human. Because horses just know...

The Ride

For years upon years my brothers, sisters and family, generation upon generation upon forgotten loves we have served the upright animals.

Now the upright animals are very queer indeed…such odd languages and traditions stranger to us. They wear fabric over their God given hides. They had pinched; pale or dark faces and their feet, even the ones they don’t use are as soft as our newborn foal’s nose.

They are slow too…it is almost humorous for us to watch them race and tire over just a few lengths and paces.

So the great master sent us to be their legs, and a second heart…legs to carry them and a second heart to be a companion to.
No matter how strange the upright animals are, most are loving and kind to us and our posterity. But there is always going to be a rotten plant in every crop. We are there to be the devil’s incarnation to them in a hope to save each other.

We do not speak their language, but we always listen.
We do not follow their customs and traditions but we always follow them.
The upright animals aren’t so bad once you get used to them.
The great master sent us, and we learned to love and follow as every good horse should.

Guest Author!!

Well guys, my good friend is back with a fresh one, short but beautiful...inspired by a song written by Switchfoot.

From One of Many Needle Girls...
Luci M.

I am a needle,
a needle in a haystack.

I am a needle girl
in a haystack world.

Falling

falling

falling.

Sometimes I'm lost
in this haystack world.

Alone.

I try to be more than me,
I try too hard sometimes,
and it gets hard to breathe.

It's easy to get lost...
in this haystack world.


But the King knows me.


He found the needle girl
in the haystack world.

And He called her His.
Once again Thanks to Luci M. A great fellow writer...love you!

How by Abbi Wharton

How

How can we say hunger and not fathom starvation?
How can we build beautiful homes and not know homelessness?
How can we attempt beauty and define ugliness?
How can we feel pain and not go through agony?

How do we run and never flee for life?
How do we see light and never know the darkness?
How do we feel cold and never know freezing?
How do we feel hot and never know heat stroke?

How do we know love and never experience loathing?
How can we declare traitor when we don’t know the sting of betrayal?
How can we hunt and not know being hunted?
How do we escape and never be held captive?

Of all the evil and horrors in the world-
Death, torture, war, abortion, rivalries, racism, sickness, abuse, fighting and tyranny…

The world has been kind to most.
So how can we sit still and not acknowledge those who aren’t so fortunate?
How?