Susan Vredevoogd

Caledonia, Michigan, USA

Everyone has a gift, a talent of some sort, given to them as a token of love from the Lord above. Some people are given the gift of song, some of imagination, some of beauty. But no gift is small, and every gift is given for a reason. So whatever gift you have, and sometimes it's not easy to find, you must use it to the best of your ability, for your never know what may be the results. Everyone has a gift, and everyone has a gift, and everyone, every single person on this earth, can make a difference.

Captive

A prisoner trapped behind the bars of society.
That is what I am. Do I have the freedom that is promised to me?
Judged by my peers. Stereotyped by society.
A budding rose cannot bloom without the water and
sunlight it needs for survival. Thus, it dies, in the cold,
dry shadows.
A fire cannot burn without the air it so desperately craves.
Thus, it dies, suffocated by the emptiness around it.
I am a rose, dying of thirst.
I am the fire, choking to death.
I am a prisoner trapped behind the bars of society.
Judged by my peers. Stereotyped by society.

The Writer's Mind

Blank paper staring up at me. Intimidating.
It's mocking me, taunting me,
"You cannot write, you do not know what to write."
Pick up a pen. Scrible. Doodle.
Write of dogs who talk and play cards.
Of spiders who weave webs of words.
Write of thoughts and colors and sounds.
Just fill the paper.
Fill it with songs of love.
Fill it with condemning words of hate.
Fill it with stories of the past, with predictions of the future.
Ramble on and on about nothing at all, just fill the paper.
I pick up a pen. I scribble. I doodle. I fill the paper.
And the blank paper...is dead.

Forgiven

You all my all, my everything.
You make the sun shine, and birds sing.
You are the beauty of the world.
You are my Savior, and my Lord.
A life of sin is what I had,
But you looked at me and not the bad.
You were patient and waited for me
To know how life with you would be.
When I thought I could no nowhere,
I dropped down to my knees in prayer...
"Lord, I know that I have sinned,
Now I ask for your forgiveness.
A perfect life I have not lived,
But I ask for your forgiveness.
I'll do my best to serve you right,
Do my best to be your servant,"
Then inside my heart I felt a light,
Yes, I felt his forgiveness.