We are all called to be a Solider of the Lord,
building up an army to banish the terror of sin...

He crafted a winter swing
so that when snow caved them in...

Tip the hefty breadbasket over
'til sunny grain spills out...

The cascade of admirers
huddle below...

You are a person I trust.
Year after year, my memory...

Dear Five,
Your number is necessary for human earth to...

I know how to fall asleep,
I know how to breathe in deeply...

Over and over, I reach you:
through the winds, the drifting of snow...

I tore into the darkness
wiping away excess of pain...

Memories rust
the lock to our hearts...

Kneeling on a brown stool, slouching slightly,
Apple red curls bouncing off her blue dress...

You crafted us beautifully,
able to be shaken...