God's Scribe Poetry Selections
My Girls
Take a look.
What do you see?
A softball team?
A group of girl
Same as any other?
Look again.
I see something more.
I see each of them;
Each so special,
Each so dear,
Each so unique,
But somehow, the same.
They are all searching;
Searching for love,
For attention,
For wisdom,
For more;
Each so special
In their own way;
Each so strong
In her own right.
Through struggles and trials
They grow, they learn.
Through hardships and pain
They grow, they learn.
Through loneliness, heartache, and tears
They grow, they learn.
They learn to be
Who they need to be;
Who others want them to be;
Who they want to be;
Who they ought to be.
If you look at each one
You can see so much.
You can see their passions.
You can see their loves.
You see their support:
Their family,
Their friends,
Their beliefs,
And those who believe in them.
Each day, if you look again,
You will see
These ordinary girls
Bloom into roses with
Such beauty and strength
That the angels in heaven
Will look down upon each one
And call them one of their own
And long for the day
They return home.
So, when you look at my girls,
Don't simply trust your eyes to see.
Look with your heart.
Look into their hearts.
For each of these girls
Is a treasure from Heaven
On her journey back
To the same.
All rights reserved, © "Freudy". Copying without permission for non-personal use is forbidden.
What do you see?
A softball team?
A group of girl
Same as any other?
Look again.
I see something more.
I see each of them;
Each so special,
Each so dear,
Each so unique,
But somehow, the same.
They are all searching;
Searching for love,
For attention,
For wisdom,
For more;
Each so special
In their own way;
Each so strong
In her own right.
Through struggles and trials
They grow, they learn.
Through hardships and pain
They grow, they learn.
Through loneliness, heartache, and tears
They grow, they learn.
They learn to be
Who they need to be;
Who others want them to be;
Who they want to be;
Who they ought to be.
If you look at each one
You can see so much.
You can see their passions.
You can see their loves.
You see their support:
Their family,
Their friends,
Their beliefs,
And those who believe in them.
Each day, if you look again,
You will see
These ordinary girls
Bloom into roses with
Such beauty and strength
That the angels in heaven
Will look down upon each one
And call them one of their own
And long for the day
They return home.
So, when you look at my girls,
Don't simply trust your eyes to see.
Look with your heart.
Look into their hearts.
For each of these girls
Is a treasure from Heaven
On her journey back
To the same.
All rights reserved, © "Freudy". Copying without permission for non-personal use is forbidden.
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