A Writer's Pen

T he M oun t ain Day breaks behind and flows before My single summit, crowned in white Vessels of sunlight tip and pour To lend a cloak of rosy light My roots delve deep into the earth No wind of force can toss me down Image and strength have bought my worth I bear a name of great renown An eagle in exalted flight Keen eyes transfixed upon the ground Could not surpass my unbound sight To me no secret walks unfound They gaze up to my noble peak Praise fills their words yet brings no hope There is but one that they should seek He whose height far transcends this slope My lofty heights could pierce the sky If high through the heavens they soared Yet snap in the blink of an eye If faced with His two-edged Sword By Him all things were created Both in the heavens and on earth Sent the Saviour long-awaited Through miraculous virgin birth I see man walk this land alone Wretched in the works of their hands Such lone solitude I have known  Enthroned above these frozen lands Those who look in...

Farewell to Summer Summer takes its final breath With all the warmth that’s left The last hint of summer’s green Fades from all things In the branches The bird no longer sings The last Summer breeze Rustles the reddening leaves A quiet whisper in the breeze Calls for Autumn’s Freeze Hissing chill poisons the air  As Autumn arises from its lair ~Madelyn

Words Dazzling stars  On a white paper sky. More precious than jewels. Delighting the eye. Like many colored pencils  That shape a work of art. They flow softly like moonbeams  Or pierce through the heart. Like brightly colored beads  Waiting to be strung. To be taken and put on paper Or slide off the tongue. To be carefully connected  In a design well thought out, And have life flow through them  Without reluctance or doubt. To spread warmth through the heart  Of whoever may see Them as the beautiful formation  The author created them to be. ~Madelyn B.