Dear Stranger,

I watched you from a distance,
seeing all the smiles
that all your pupils showed me,
it stuck here for a while.

Although I never knew you,
you gave me a reason why,
that kindness was a quality
you'd always follow by.

I thank you for this kindness,
although you don't know me,
but if you heard me say it,
I know that you would see.

I'm the one you supported
for about five days of fun.
I never got to say "thank you",
but you compare to none.

So if you hear this rhyme,
I'd know that for a while.
I  wish I could have known you,
and known your gentle smile.

-LJ
31 May 2013
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So... This poem is dedicated to someone, yes.
It's dedicated to my school's former theater/drama teacher, who gave me the opportunity to go to Disney World in Orlando, Florida with my school's choir.  I never got to know her, but I guess this poem will be my "thank you" to her.
She passed away today.
God bless you, Mrs. Bettler. <3

Will There Really Be A "Morning"?

Will there really be a morning?
Is there such a thing as day?
Could I see it from the mountains
if I were as tall as they?

Has it feet like like water lilies?
Has it feathers like a bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
of which I have never heard?

Oh some scholar! Oh some sailor!
Oh some wise men from the skies!
Please to tell a little pilgrim
where the place called Morning lies.

..Morning, morning,
where does morning lie?

-Emily Dickinson

New Soul

"Don't take this moment for granted,

This eternal moment of intimacy.

Something the heart can understand,

But the eyes and brain fumble with.

Breathe simple, but pure and spiritual life,

And unconditional love, like a rolling wind,

Breathe into me, and make me alive.

Blissful, as we become

Everything in our nature,

The infinite galaxies,

And the infinite unbounded,

In the infinitude of time.

Do they understand

How much you mean to me?

To love, and love life,

And love me, love you.

I utter my first sound

As a newborn soul

For the world to know

I am alive and loved,

Because I know

You love me,

And there's a world out there

That loves me too.

They humbly stand before me."

©LJ

...sometime in April of 2012. lol.

The Church

The church is silent.
The pews are empty.
The windows, quietly telling His story.
All around,
the reminder of His life.

The tiny sculptures in order
of His sacrifice.
Do they frighten me?
Do they stand to show me
that He died for me?


Guidance...
I could ask Him for His guidance,
and to ask for His guidance,
to show me the way.

Forgiveness...
I could ask Him for His forgiveness,
and to ask for His forgiveness,
would never be sincere.


Seven pews down, a friend knelt,
praying.
To know, to know, what he was
saying.

When I thought my soul was
decaying,
he told me, he told me, to keep on
praying.


The church is serene.
The sunlight through the stain glass window,
gave way to sunset.
All around,
the colors faded out.

The church is dark now.
We stand together, thanking Him for each other,
and we end the night,
under the moonlight,
slowly dancing for Him,
our Heavenly ballroom.

She was his lamb,
and in front of him, she fell asleep.
"Little lamb, God bless thee." he said silently.
He laid her back on that seventh pew,
where they would pray.


He could ask Him for His guidance.
He could ask Him for His forgiveness.
He could ask Him for His mercy.

They would both be forgiven.

Love, He would give them.

©LJ
27 April 2013

Inside

For this world, I am not ready.

I have yet this world that surrounds me so.

I have yet to feel my eyes blink and my nose flare.

I have yet to feel my hands and feet.

I have yet to open my mouth and breathe.

But I am still growing, and one day,

I will be free of my protective world,

and the lullaby of swooshing water 

will be the sound of human voice.

©LJ

29 May 2013