Dusk

Shrunken maple, I turn
my hand to catch the twilight
glitter across
your veined skin.

The garden is filled
with silence
as the haze rests
over the long tomato rows.

Echoes of stars beat
through blackening trees
that have burned
with light for a hundred years.

Are you filled with years, fated to burn
quietly overshadowed?

In my hand I feel my blood
reach for yours
to know that we are brothers.

Our stories are written
in black dirt
to grow with wood and mist.

Andrea Gawrylewski

The Tried

A loving life
Full of hopes and dreams
That somehow are challenged day by day

Through trials and stresses of everyday life
When the hard times come
We begin to find our strength

When we ask for the Lord’s help and pray
Somehow we feel as if He didn’t hear
We feel abandoned

Our hearts shed tears for His attention
Don’t dismay
For our prayers are heard

Although we are in sin
During our trials
Don’t forget He is the answer

For His love is strong
His faith is beyond what we hope to achieve
When tried although we complain and cry

We should take heart
He knows our true desires
Let Him take the lead in our lives

He…. Is Jesus

By Ana A.