We Gave Up Our Land
It came like a plague in the sky. On a June day with perfectly shaped clouds, one rose up from the back of the dawn. A swarm of black grasshoppers overcame the clouds. They entered through the cabin windows and burst out the doors. They came to block out the light and destroy all our fruit. They came to steal all our dreams. To demolish in one day what we had built in a lifetime. They made us like Egypt and we didn't fight.
We gave up.
We gave up our land --
So they took our hearts, too.
My Army Would Not Come
One word, one paragraph at a time they squeeze themselves from my pencil. The motor of my brain revs on high speeds, but the words falling out of my mouth set the pace of a dripping faucet.
Each piece takes days and weeks of concentration to create. Is this the rest of my life?
It didn't used to be like this.
No matter how hard I push on the lead, my army would not come.
The spirit is willing but the body is weak.
The alphabet is full but the lines are blank.
But then one came and I spoke to the sea.
Even the wind and the waves obey Him.
And it was like I'd been handed the moon.
The Lord Gives and He takes away.
They come and go with the tide...
and with the pulling of hair, the hollow of the mind, the command of an army.
My pen stops-
then it flows again.
I rejoice just in time
for my heart to shrivel up again and die
Writing is my heart.
Blessed be the name of the Lord.