Clarity in Muddied Waters

A Messianic Journey Through Pen and Peace. Writing from the Stillness Within.

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She was a phantom of delight When first she gleam’d upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment’s ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilight’s, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From Maytime and the cheerful dawn; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.

Category: Stories From A Young Heart

  • Winter wonderland

    Underneath your feet it lays, sparkling white like crystals; the snow crunching with each footfall. Ponds stay still, covered with a thick sheet of ice; the animals waiting for it to thaw. Shining snowflakes drift down from above, covering the earth with its many layers of beauty. Shards of ice and down from roofs of…

  • Robbers

    Through the lasers, shining bright There it sits, lighting the night The gem is on its way to be taken, Hopefully with out it’s beauty shaken They slip between the deadly lights, Taking things without any rights In their grasp it sparkles and glows, How they got there nobody knows Once again they slip through…

  • Photo shop

    Looking at all the pictures around you, it makes you shrink…..

  • School Photo

    I settle down into a leather armchair and broaden my shoulders. I pat my hair to check for lumps, not that I care. This year, mum was very enthusiastic that I would have a good school photo. By enthusiastic, I mean that she was fussing over my hair every five minutes, and that she gave…

  • Us

    Look at you, look at me, look at us……