Believer

I Want to Be
By; the iHope Poet

When I was a little girl
miracles happened.
I saw them every day.
They do not happen any less, now,
but I have become less of a witness than a passerby.
Less of a believer.

When I was a little girl,
God cared about me.
The world was important too and all,
but in my eyes, to Him, I was the world.
He does not care any less, now,
but I have become less of a feeler than a reasoner.
Less of a believer.

When I was a little girl,
Nothing was impossible.
Miracles happened, and I knew I was loved.
The world is still at my fingertips,
and God is no loess capable of lifting me up.
But I have become less of a child than an independent.
Less of a believer.

Today, I'm just a little girl,
trying to remember
what it's like to be in His arms.
I'm looking for the miracles, feeling for His love,
and trusting in His vision.
Because I want to be more of a witness
than a passerby.
More of a feeler than a reasoner.
And more of God's child than the world's.
I want to be a believer.

You Chose the Sky

The Last Kiss

By: the iHope Poet

Something pressed against my lips, 

I think it was your final kiss. 

A finger traced my aching heart -

all thoughts coherent grew amiss. 

Something pulled me close to you, 

I think it was that fear I knew. 

My locks were rattled, cages sprung, 

And as you turned, you proved me true. 

Some perfection held me still - 

I won't forget my dying will, 

to make you stay inside my arms

- and for a moment I was filled. 

Something told me not to cry, 

and I refrained as we goodbyed. 

But endless were the tears that fell, 

as soon as you took to the sky. 

Something lingered on my lips, 

You knew it was our final kiss. 

But you will never feel the pain 

of losing such a love as this. 

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