Poetry By Tamara New

Again Jesus spoke to them, saying,
�I am the light of the world.
Whoever follows me will not walk in
darkness, but will have the light of life.�
{John 6:12}

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Wonders In Flight

When building sandcastles
up on high, and the flight
of visions are dancing so
free, there's a glorious
beam in my eye, for the
sky is full of sweet light,
bringing wonderful peace
to my heart, a dream that
forever will flow.

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My Dog

I once had a dog. Patches was
her name. She was black and
white and oh, so pretty. We
ran and played together. She
was my friend, but one day
she was gone, I couldn't find
her. She used to have a house
and food and was never cold.
Now, she is all alone, lost
without all of us, who loved
her so much, but I know God
will take care of her,
because He loves me and He
knows she was my best friend.

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Shadow Days

In a mysterious land, beyond the
oceans, Shadow rolled across the
ground, as if on fire. Like a never-
ending flame, in the dark, like a
shadow of death, people watching.
Shadow was dead, but his wife, Light
and children were very much alive,
living in this land. Light and children
were sleeping, there was Shadow, on the
ground again. Shadow had returned, why,
to warn, or to gather his loved ones,to
be with him in death. The mystery remains,
for when he rolled on the ground, Light
vanished like a cloud slowly drifting.
The unknown had taken hold, Light and
children were never seen again. Shadow's
ghost remains in this mysterious land,
still glowing like a candle's flame

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I Wish I Could

I wish I could, perhaps I should,
have a flight as grand as light.
I wish I could, perhaps I should,
see a sight as bright as night.
I wish I could, perhaps I should,
stay up late without a fate.
I wish I could, perhaps I should,
know a date that won't be late.
I wish I could, perhaps I should,
be a boss and have no loss.
But since I'm just a child, eleven,
these honors don't belong to me.

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Poetry From The Heart

Poetry comes from the mind,
and the heart
. They come together like the
roots, on a tree.
Growing and showing the honor
in artist's work.
Having no idea why we've written
this on a page.
A thought in mind, a song in the heart,
and a new poem is born.

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May the Lord richly bless you!

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