Xapa to the World

Author: xapatotheworld

  • Poem: Little Lightning Bug

    This is another one of my children’s poems.  I love lightning bugs, and they usually start coming out in June (which is another reason it is my favorite month).  This poem is just my tribute to them.  The rhyme scheme is: abccb adccd etc.  Enjoy!

    June 16th, 2004

    Hello there, little lightning bug
    Can you help me find my home?
    I’ve lost the way
    Through fields of gray
    Looking at this bright blue dome

    Don’t be frightened, little lightning bug
    I don’t mean you any harm
    I meant to say
    I’d like to play
    For this night is very warm

    What’s that? Little lightning bug
    Are you glad you found a friend?
    Just for today
    In my hands you’ll stay
    I’m afraid the light should end

    Can this be, little lightning bug?
    We’ve found my home at last
    The moon lit the way
    I’ll be back to say
    Goodnight when the night has past

    Sarah ><>

  • Poem: Dreams in Church

    June 13th, 2004

    My eyes begin to sink behind the iron lids
    The many seats before me blur to gray
    The backs of the heads fade away til one remains
    Just the one head turns to face me
    Loving eyes and understanding
    Rises and walks while all stands still
    And sits beside me smiling
    We sit and talk and laugh a little
    We read my Bible for a while
    His gentle hand mine holds softly
    His voice like lullaby is lulling
    Peace and quiet are his eyes
    “Amen” and smile on my face
    A nudge from the side and a purse hits my head
    Muttered apology and weakened knees
    Wobbling to the back door
    Glancing back up to the altar
    Seeing that one head smile still

     – Sarah ><>

  • Poem: My Macedonia

    This poem is based on my personal life experiences as well as an occasion in the Bible:  Acts 16:6-10.  In this passage, Paul is desperate to get into Bithynia, but the Holy Spirit won’t allow him to enter into that countryside.  So, they (Paul, Silas, and possibly Timothy) go down to Troas and there Paul has a dream about a Macedonian man, beckoning Paul to come down to him.  Paul determines that God wants them to minister among those in Macedonia, so he goes…it’s there that he meets Lydia, and she and her whole house are converted.

    The place where it seems God has not and will not allow me to go is Nepal.  I’m not sure why, but I think that door is shut to me, and my only impact is on lives here in the US and prayer.  BUT, God has replaced the burning passion for Nepal with a dream and desire for China.  This is my poem to that…describing the oddity of such a transfer of feelings.  It’s beyond my will, but I know that I must go.

    May 26th, 2004

    These dreams of mine
    I give to You
    My heart and eyes
    Settle on Nepal

    Yet my ears hearken
    To a shushed voice calling
    Still, not weak
    Steady from the East

    My eyes look north
    But are drawn eastward
    As if in a dream
    Where is it from?

    My foot steps north
    Yet falls in the East
    My arm reaches north
    But is grasped from the East

    Macedonia has a new face
    The eyes, thin
    Faces yellow
    Eyes yearning for love.

    Sarah ><>