So, a long time ago, I posted a preview of my book, The New Day, on here when it was first published. I took it down due to insanity because I was afraid of my stories getting stolen and claimed as other people's (it's a fear I have). But, I've come to the realization that that idea simply isn't fair. It's not why I made the book. It's not why I posted most of those poems and short stories on this blog. I made those things so that others can enjoy them (if they did) and so that they can be helpful to others. Some of those poems dealt with feelings related to personal trials I've been through, and just writing most of them really have helped heal some deep wounds. And almost all of them deal with my faith and the need I yearn for in God and Jesus Christ. Even today, I look back on some of the poems and remember certain phrases and I feel better about a situation that I may be going through.
For example, I wrote the poem "I Will Worship You" a while back to combat against things I feared. To this day, there's a line that goes, "Stormy weather may make me frown, but my heart still wears it's crown. So long fear, you can't hold me down! With all my life, Lord, I will trust in you!"
I can't tell you how at ease I feel when I quote that to myself to this day! I was once told by a friend that reading one of my poems really was empowering. That compliment gave me the strength to continue to share them with easy access. So, that is my plan. They'll go back up; on here or on my other blog, if they're not already. Because, I thank God for giving me this gift to write. Writing is my passion. It's one of my dreams (apart from teaching the little ones). And I have so many stories to tell! (I have a calling in me to reach young readers and young adults and change the way kids are being marketed in the publishing business, but, shhh, it's a secret!).
Nonetheless, I recommend, if you like the poems or short stories I've posted here, you might like to have them in book form. I, of course, won't receive any revenue (by choice, because it's not set up that way, and I don't want it any other way). You'd only be purchasing to have Blurb make you a book copy. By all means, though, print them off here if you like them (but some of them are revised in the book form). However, as someone who purchased the book form, I can say that I really love having them in a book form, and all under $10 (when you consider processing and shipping, which is cheap for a Blurb book)! I personally have the soft cover version, because I wanted to see my works in a book form (aside from being handwritten in a journal), and I just love the cream-colored paper that comes with the book form. Plus, the picture on the front and back cover was taken at a wonderful place I worked at, so it makes it more special, to me at least!
The point of this random blog entry, if you've enjoyed my poems or short stories like I have, thank you! And, if you'd like them in a book form (for your own enjoyment; I won't see any revenue from any sales) then you can click on the link within the book preview down below.
I know this was random, but this was on my heart so I thought I'd mention it here!
Daily, a man sat on a park bench, waiting for his love to come along. And though he could not see her, he’d never even met her, his heart told him that she would soon be near. So, day by day he waited, from dawn till dusk he stayed there, on the bench in the park on Cherry Street.
But as time grew longer, and his face grew thin and older, he feared that his love would never appear. And with his heart he made a choice, a vow so deeply grave. He’d wait for her tomorrow, but after that, he could no longer stay. Therefore, the next day he sat and waited with the only anticipation of the moment when the sun would rest again.
Each moment felt like an eternity as he sat there watching the wind blow against the trees. His heart kept beating rapidly as though it was following a fast melody. His breathing was short with every intake, to hear the noises surrounding the lake. He waited.
He waited as the sun began to shine its closing appearance—its final goodbye. He waited. Salty drops of water slid across his deeply lined face. He rose and took the deepest sigh that someone has ever made. He looked around one final time, hoping that something might change his mind.
Forever he would wait for his love, but the pain from the waiting hurt too much. The decision was made, he would fulfill his vow, so the only solution was to leave this town. But before he left, he closed his eyes and whispered to himself, “I love you, but now I must go.”
