The Willow by Bellisant Corcoran-Mathé
Lanky and swaying with the wind,
and still standing tall.
Still rooted and still lithe,
after all these years.
She knows when to sway
and when to stand up straight.
Not the tallest tree in the forest,
but she holds her own with
the younger and taller trees.
For when the others have
towered over her,
she is the one where picnics,
and popping the question take place.
Chameleon by Bellisant Corcoran-Mathé
To be a chameleon,
is what I'd never want.
Change shape and color just to blend in.
Why would anyone want that?
Even on bad hair days and
when I have a huge zit,
I would not want to change
my mono formed shape.
For I value my flat and
lifeless hair and pepperoni pizza face,
because that is me and not
a chameleon.
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He is there, by Rachel Cote
He Is There,
He is touching my shoulders;
Pushing me forward.
He is holding my hand;
Being my friend.
He has kissed my forehead;
Blessing me.
He is washing my feet;
Preparing me for my journey.
He is touching my heart;
Living inside me.
He is there…
Watching.
What do I want? by Rachel Cote
What do I want in life?
Do I want money?
Do I want hope?
Do I want success?
Do I want faith?
Do I want a future?
Do I want anything?
A future,
What would it be?
A family?
Would I be a CEO?
How about a missionary?
Never been out of the country.
What about an author?
Or better,
A millionare?
What would be in my future?
A friend,
My parents?
Maybe a man to top it off?
A child -
To take up my time?
What about me?
Would I be in my future?
Or would it be someone different?
What about God?
I don’t see Him up ahead...
Should He be in my future?
Or were all those stories just for bedtime.
I don’t remember much.
Was He ever a man?
Does He know what I have been through?
Does He understand my pain?
I have nowhere to go.
No money,
No hope,
No success,
Just a home.
A mother and father.
He doesn’t know,
God could never know me as well as I do.
Wait,
I see someone;
He is pointing into the light.
What should I do?
Who is He, should I trust Him?
God, it's You.
I haven’t listened.
I have worried,
Ignored Your presence.
I have fallen away,
Still You love me?
Your forgiving hand is holding mine.
You bestow mercy
On me?
On me who has sinned and fallen away?
How amazing Your love is on me!
Yet I never loved You,
But now I see.
Your grace surrounds the world.
You are watching me, and everyone else.
You are guiding me.
I am forgiven, and I have been shown back onto the road.
I do,
I do love You,
My King.
About the author:
Rachel Cote is a 10th grade Royal Academy student.
She is also a lifelong homeschooler who enjoys reading the
classics and many other types of literature. She loves to write stories and poems. One of her favorite pastimes is riding horses. She is an accomplished young equestrian.
