The Wind
It’s been really windy here where I live during these first days of May. I just began thinking how much our lives are fleeting like the wind.
The Country Church
My paternal grandparents were strong Christians and lived in West Virginia. They went to a little country church in a single wide trailer, and the services were always beautiful. This poem is a result of my experiences there.
Why, God?
This poem is about struggling with faith and asking God for help in the midst of hardship. It is written by a 16-year-old living in the Bay Area.