Little Boy Asks
Caleb H., 14, Maryland
God? Up in heaven, what is there to eat?
The fruit of the Spirit, ripe, juicy and sweet.
God? Up in heaven, what is there to see?
My glory and majesty, on every rock and tree.
God? Up in heaven, what is there to smell?
The scent of all the flowers on every hill and dell.
God? Up in heaven, what is there to hear?
The sound of My voice, loud, strong and clear.
God? Up in heaven, will there be any fun?
You will see when you get there, My son.
Waiting to Wave
Ava K., 12, Michigan
Cool, dark morning,
A thumbnail of a moon
Shines through the gloom.
Trees silhouetted against
A blue sky as I wait.
Tessa W., 10, Pennsylvania
A squirrel can never know
When to go.
They stop and think,
“Now’s the time to go! Wait, car! Eek! Where to go? I do not know!”
Back and forth,
back and forth.
“The car stopped! Good. Now I can eat my nuts.”
“Sorry. Just eating my nuts.”
Natalie C., 10, Michigan
The lights go on, the music starts,
My heels are together and my toes apart.
I rise en pointe and on I walk,
Step by step, straight as a stalk.
Tendu, plie and releve,
Pirouette and grand jete.
The music stops, the curtain goes down,
The audience cheers, and I curtsy and bow.
Anna Kate J., 14, Tennessee
The story of Mephibosheth, from 2 Samuel 9
Through tow’ring wall and glitt’ring gate,
My legs useless beneath me lay,
‘Twas carried to await my fate,
And knew ‘twould be my final day.
I trembled fore King David’s sword,
Lay bowed and shiv’ring at the door,
But gently, kindly came the lord,
The sword forgotten on the floor.
He called for treasures, shining rings,
Embraced me with a joyful cry,
But why would he do such great things,
For the mere dog I thought was I?
But to my wonder and delight,
He bid me dine, he withheld none,
He made me lodging for the night,
Embraced me, called me his dear son.