We have a promise that we are held
In the arms of our Savior, our hope
For eternity in the arms of Jesus
God is our Savior, our redeemer
Our help and our comfort rejoicing
Praising the one God who cares for me
Great is the glory and awesome His power
While ruling in justice over this world
Praise is the song that I offer to God
To praise Him forever for all He has done

By:  Leona Chspuy

Even the sun
bends his knees
before the unforgiving
presence of father Nycto.

He adorns himself
with the crown of dusk
and the cowl of twilight
whenever everything seems
like a great firestorm of misery.

From then he slumbers.
Gradually regaining vigor and intensity
from the warmth of his star-filled garments.

Wittingly, he knows,
that in one exuberant day,
he will get back on his feet,
with his chin held highest amongst all,
and radiate vehement warmth from his broken heart.

Without darkness,
stars won't shine.

I miss those days
when there was naivety
and a colorful
coalition
of gleaming fireworks
inside my eyes.

Armed with nothing
but a gameboy
and a flashlight,
I embark on epic quests
to save the world
even after bedtime.
I was a rebel, you see.
Nothing could stop me
from freeing this land
from the reign of tyranny!

But videogames
meant nothing
in the "real world".

If those games
were realistic,
it meant that
you won't always
win the heart
of the person you love.
The gold you earn
from epic quests
would be taxed
by a greedy king.
And those majestic forests
that teems with
a variety of zany creatures,
rumors, and mystery
would be replaced
with brick and mortar.

Nowadays,
I don't even
want to save
the world anymore.
I just want
to save myself.
Maybe I grew old.

Maybe the little prince inside
already died.

She is a painter,
but she couldn't see
the vivid colors
hiding inside me.