Xapa to the World

Category: Nature Related

This is my Father’s world, I rest me in the thought of rocks and trees, of skies and seas, His hand the wonders wrought.

  • Poem: Petal By Petal

    This poem is a special piece for me.  I wrote this after walking through a field of wildflowers.  It was sweet.  I’ve always had a special place in my heart for Queen Anne’s Lace.  I think I’ve shared it before, but the myth goes something like this:

    Queen Anne was a beautiful young lady and could sew lovely lace.  The fairies loved her because she was gentle to all the creatures of the forest and loved flowers so much.  She was sewing a particularly elaborate piece of lace when she pricked her finger with the needle.  A single drop of blood fell into the center of the lace, ruining it.  The fairies decided to honor her by making a beautiful white flower to grow wild in the forest.  This flower looks like lace on the top and has deep red petals in the center.

    I wrote this poem to illustrate my romantic relationships.  It’s based on the childhood game of pulling a petal off and saying, “He loves me, he loves me not.”  The white petals show all the guys that have taken an interest in me or who I have given myheart to for a season.  Finally, the red petals represent the ultimate love for us all, the love of Jesus Christ.  I hope you enjoy the poem!  Thanks!

    February 15th, 2006

    Like yesterday, the dream goes by
    As soft as white dandelion flowers
    Filling a green and yellow field.
    The haze of late afternoon weighs my eyes
    And I’m lost in the million thoughts.

    Queen Anne sits on her mighty throne
    And I cut it down to my size and
    Gaze at each tiny petal, the mini-flowers.

    A childhood game comes to mind.
    I sit – I rest – with my knees in the air,
    Feet firmly planted.
    “He loves me. He loves me not.”
    Over and over, repeating my plan.
    “He loves me. He loves me not.”

    Not anyone in mind, but a flutter in my heart.
    Each petal drops with his intent.
    My mind blurs in the midst of the white
    Reminisce of years gone by and
    Love at the doorstep.
    One drops yes. Another drops no.
    How easily they change their mind.
    A dainty pile growing below of disenchanted,
    Disengaged, disinterested beaus in white tuxedos.

    At last two remain.
    Yes, and red.
    Red to what can it mean?
    Only blood so pure in love divine.

    Sarah ><>

  • Poem: A Lightning Bug Hunt

    (Rachel & Leo Collection)

    Aug 15, 2005

    The sky was starting to slowly get dark
    As Rachel and Leo dashed to the park.
    Their mission was simple, their plan complete.
    Catching lightning bugs was what they’d compete.

    With her jar in hand, Rachel skipped about
    And Leo decided a different route.
    As he crept so quietly into the trees,
    The lightning bugs there were ready to please.

    The bugs in the trees were blinking a storm,
    And in Leo’s mind a plan began to form.
    He would climb to the top and catch them all!
    But if he fell, it would be a great fall.

    He climbed up one branch, and then another
    His tail wrapped around the jar of Rachel’s mother.
    “I won’t fall at all! I won’t! I won’t!”
    Then Rachel ran up and said, “Oh, Weo! Don’t!”

    “I reawwy think the wightning bugs are nice
    And awready I’ve caught them twice!
    But in their home is where they shouwd be found.
    I wike them fwying and bwinking around.”

    So Leo began to climb slowly down,
    And he and Rachel turned back towards town.
    Tomorrow another plan they would make
    While sitting in the reeds by the lake.

    Sarah ><>

  • Poem: An Adventure of Ginger the Cow

    July 30th, 2005

    Ginger awoke to a bright new day.
    She was so excited to get out and play.
    “And what would she do?” you may say.
    Ginger would go out and play in the hay.

    The farmer came out and was ready to plow.
    Ginger wanted to go out, to go out right now.
    But first the farmer must feed the sow,
    And then he’d be sure to let out the cow.

    With the gate opened wide, Ginger went to the pasture,
    But she didn’t hear the call of her master.
    So glad to be free, she ran faster and faster.
    She didn’t know she would head for disaster.

    The longer she played, the later it got
    And very soon the day became hot.
    So, she laid herself down by a tree with a knot
    And where she was lying, she quickly forgot!

    Suddenly, Ginger woke up with a fright.
    She looked around and saw it was night!
    She knew in her heart that this wasn’t right
    So she jumped to her feet and then took flight.

    The only light Ginger had was the moon.
    She only wanted to get back home soon.
    She saw the eyes of a sneaky raccoon,
    And she heard an owl hooting his tune.

    At last, she saw a light far ahead.
    To the light of the barn was where she was led.
    The farmer came out and showed Ginger her bed
    He wasn’t angry, but pet her instead.

    The point of this story is simple and true.
    Listen closely and don’t miss the cue.
    It’s fun to get out and play like you do,
    But please stay near home and your parents too!

     – Sarah ><>