The Light of Truth

Scroll to the "Table of Contents" at the sidebar of my blog. Click "The Light of Truth" to read my short story. Directly below the "Table of Contents", you can vote whether you like my story or not! (For more details and to find out whether you like it or not, go to the "The Light of Truth" page.) :-) And please be honest. I want your TRUTHFUL opinion! Don't just say the best to be nice!

See Books I Enjoy or Recommend

You can see some of the books I enjoy or recommend! They're all great! Go under the TABLE OF CONTENTS at the sidebar of my blog and click the bottom link.

Read My Book, The Longs

My book, The Longs, is a story of faith, four siblings, and a family friend...who share adventures that will change their lives forever.
You can see its sequel below. Each include interactive activities, discussion questions, contact availability, and more.

James 1:2-3

Count it all joy, my brethren, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness.

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!
Psalm 100

A Psalm for giving thanks.

Make a joyful noise to the Lord, all the earth!
    Serve the Lord with gladness!
    Come into his presence with singing!
Know that the Lord, he is God!
    It is he who made us, and we are his;
    we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.
Enter his gates with thanksgiving,
    and his courts with praise!
    Give thanks to him; bless his name!
For the Lord is good;
    his steadfast love endures forever,
    and his faithfulness to all generations.

Saturday, September 14, 2013


A rose, a daisy, forget-me-nots--
They all induce such pleasant thoughts;
And oh!  Their lovely smells, which play
Throughout the breeze - they make my day.

What is their purpose but to bloom
And beautify a simple room?
To cheer a person's saddened strife,
With joy and hue to grace their life?

So pretty, and so innocent,
So colorful an ornament,
Is a flower - bold and bright,
To lighten up the darkest night--

They line a path; they edge a way;
Pungent hints of March and May;
Blooming dots of tint and mirth;
Splashes of color painting the earth--

They rim a garden; trim a sill;
And they are why I take my quill,
And here, with adoration, write
A song to flowers, small yet bright.

Friday, August 2, 2013

So Sorry...

It has been exactly 4 months and a day since I last posted.  How horrible!  My blog is beginning to go out of business!  (Not because I'm not interested in poetry or my blog anymore, but you'll see why.)

The reason why is this.  I have been working on my book, a sequel to The Longs, which I completed just last Tuesday and worked on for nearly a year.  It is 364 pages long.  It is what has been taking up my time from here, and as I've finished, I might start to focus on this blog again to sate your disappointed desires for poetry!  :-)

You can find it, games, discussion questions, and more right here.

Monday, April 1, 2013

Happy Easter Monday!

Please Note: The following post was composed on Monday, April 1, 2013.  I haven't gotten to posting it until now; I suppose I'll finish it later in a new post dated rightly.

Well, even though I got the day off from school, tehcnically I'd be getting out of school right now.  So really, I've rather delayed the finishing of my post, while I could have been writing it.  (However, I did bike sufficiently to the border of my hometown to visit a certain relative of mine, stay there 1 hour (a slight bit of which was spent editing my last post, for, as you can see, I've linked to Psalm 64:1, I believe).)  At any rate, let's continue. What were we saying?  Oh, yes, I was just telling you God's remedy for our sins.

He sent His Son.

Sunday, March 31, 2013

Happy Easter!

Happy Easter, everyone!  I'm afraid I'm not going to post a poem, quite yet.  Maybe in a couple of days.  I guess I'm too lazy.  Now, for that I can apologize, for I promised you a poem and here you are, faithfully checking my blog (I hope), for the promised poem, and you aren't getting it.  I'm sorry.

I can, however, tell you the Easter story.  That's primary.  Could I ever skip Easter without posting the Easter story?  Who knows.  It may benefit you, and I wouldn't ever want to give up that chance.

Inside this story, I may list a couple of facts written in bold font.  You may want to pay attention to those.  Important things are, of course, italicized. 

Now, inside this post, there are a lot of links (of Bible verses, specifically.)  As you are probably just at the top of my blog, and can't see past a certain line in the post, you might be thinking, Crazy Anna!  What do you mean, a lot of links?  I see hardly any, if not none!  Well, I apologize further for finding erring fault in you, but please scroll down and you will see as many as you need to last yourself a link-thy lifetime...he he! ;-)

(Please note before you start reading the official post: I am not trying to save every reader, which is up to God, in his own time and ways, to do, or to be all "preachy," as some might say.  I really hope I'm not being that way.  I simply wish to tell you the remarkable story of God's creation and plans and to convey to you the unfathomable wonder of the plans, which wouldn't work without His incomprehensible, unconditionally incessant love.  What would my blog be but a failure if I failed to proclaim His greatness?)

And now, I may as well be concise.

Friday, March 29, 2013

Good Friday

I am not going to apologize for not posting.  Yes, it would be right of me to - it's my fault my blog's become deathly boring.  But I'm so bored of apologizing I think I may as well go ahead and skip it.  For all of you who expected yet another one: my apologies you did not receive it.

Centuries ago, there was a very remarkable event, which was to change the course of all things.  Here is a poem which I have hastily composed about it...I say "hastily" so you may excuse me for the slant rhymes and diverse meter.

(Please Note: Apparently spell check tells me "lightless" is not a word.  The dictionary tells me otherwise.  As it appears in my poem, I would kindly thank you if you would opt to side with the dictionary.)

Abundant love was once displayed,
Full in power, rich in might,
The priceless cost for sin was paid
One day, one gloomy night.

Ne'er was love so greatly shown,
So steadfast through the darkest death,
Remaining through the worst of scorn,
Alive yet at the final breath!

Who else has love, so powerful,
That it would take the place
Of sinners?  Who else
Has such amazing grace?

A perfect life, he must have led
To die in sinners', in man's stead.

Jesus even was willing to die
To fulfill God's unchanging plan;
He, who led a holy life,
In exchange for sinful man.

He, the Son of God
Was scourged
In order that sin
May be purged.

He, the Christ,
By us was killed,
In order that life
With Him was built.

What love, incessant,
He did display
That darkest night,
That lightless day.

With love, with love,
Grace, and mercy,
He went to die
With victory.

He, holy,
God's only Son,
Died, that sin
May be undone.

And though he died,
He was to win.
He was to conquer
Mankind's sin.

CHECK BACK ON EASTER (This Sunday, March 31, 2013) FOR THE FULL STORY OF THE DEATH AND RESURRECTION, and another poem.  I think it will rejuvenate you.

PS.  For all of those theologians out there who think I've forgotten the resurrection, and are horrified, therefore, at me, I'm telling you, I haven't.  I'm saving that for Easter.  For those of you who have no idea whatsoever of what this story is, I guess I've left you on a cliffhanger.  Goodbye. 

PPS.  For those left on a cliffhanger, I'll give you a little thread of hope that you might understand what all I'm saying.  Check out what I believe.

Monday, January 28, 2013

The Maker of All

Yes, I know today's the 1-month-mark from my NOT posting, but I will not let it pass!  I shall post in the month of January 2013!

General update, which in the past months has been my apologies for my not posting basically:  I hope you all have had a great new year.  This year, I didn't make any resolutions but more spiritually it is good to reflect upon the past, also, to resolve for the future, I think, and to learn from your mistakes.  This might be just me, (I don't think it is!) but I've found that my intentions never work, that is, they always fail...without God.  So if you've made new year's resolutions, I suggest you ask Him to help you first, because without Him, you will fail.  Proverbs 3:5-6, I know, is an often-quoted selection of verses, but yes, it does mean a lot, if you think about it.  The gist is that you can't do anything without God's help; trust Him, he'll comfort you, even if your prayers, for what you hoped, etc. don't turn out the way you liked.  A little tidbit! :-)  (I love that word, isn't it great--tidbit!)

Here's what you were probably looking for (if anything): my poem.  It, like most of my poems, is an improvisation.

The stars, they twinkle, oh so bright, 
            A display of wondrous awe and might,
                        Shine against the evening grey,
                                    And do I go on with my night,
                                    Without a thought to this great sight,
                        Oblivious of this display?

            A flashing sparkle of a stream,
            The flames which, in the hearth-place, gleam,
                        The trees that by the road grow…
                                    I pass them ev’ry day; do I see
                                    The wonder and the beauty,
                        Of them?  Or think what hand has made this show?

            And when they all will fade away,
                        These things are gone, so nicely wrought,
            Will it, true, be said of me
                        I gave the matter not a thought?

Friday, December 28, 2012

A Christmas Poem

Sorry I haven't written in so long, I havent really had the chance, though I wrote this long ago, even before Christmas.  I hope you all had joyful Christmases and enjoy the poem!

Three Wise Men were led, by a star,

          Which rose so very high—

And was the brightest, so by far—

          Into the blackest sky.


Three gifts they brought, for Jesus born,

          Who, in a manger laid,

Came down for sinning, lost, forlorn;

                   So sin’s price could be paid.


          Gifts of frankincense, and gold,

                   Gifts, among them myrrh,

          Brought to Jesus that night cold;

                   Three gifts, for best One, were.


          Jesus, in but a feeding trough,

                   Was born that silent night, 
To bear the world's mean scorn and scoff,

          In strips of linen tight.


Jesus, born to take our sin—

          Jesus, Light of Earth—

Jesus, who then rose again—

          We celebrate Your birth.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Apology (and Sign Up for Emails)


I feel horrible I haven't posted anything, and that my blog is gradually getting slower and slower in the speed of the posts which come.  Therefore, I suggest you sign up for emails in your inbox, (see side bar) if you already have not, for your own sakes, if you do like reading my things.  I have started a nice long poem today, and, though unfinished, I plan to post it soon.

Sincerely Yours,


Tuesday, September 18, 2012

I Look Out Upon the Grey Sea

In this poem, a small girl in Massachusetts in the mid-1800's waits for who she calls her "Papa," or "Pa," to come home from his overextended sea-voyage on his sturdy ship, the Regime.

I Look Out Upon the Grey Sea

I wander round one cloudy day,
Alone out on the beach,
I’m meek and shy;
I start to cry,
For Papa’s gone away.

He took a ship a month ago,
With grain, a pear and peach;
I sobbed and wept,
And hardly slept.
I begged him not to go.

He left with crew, a tiny band,
And small supply of food;
He raised the sail
At morn’s first gale
And left our home’s island.

Though I did cry my heart on out,
He told me, “It’s for good!”
And now he’s gone;
He left one dawn;
With no specific route.
The day is dark and very bleak,
I wish that he were here!
The thunder claps,
The gray waves lap…
He said, “It takes a week.”

Yet he’s not back!  Oh, he’s not back!
When will you come to pier?
I tread the sand,
This lonely land,
I twist together wrack.

The tide washes my feet all clean.
“Oh Pa, when will you come?”
I wait for him—
I wait for them
Who boarded once Regime.

I stare out to the freezing sea,
As if expecting some.
I squint, and shriek,
I’m strangely weak,
Is it a ship I see?

Then rising from the gloomy mist,
I’ve barely time to think:
“See my pa fair?
He’s standing there!”
’Fore I am hugg’d and kiss’d.

I want to shout, I want to sing,
And then I blink and blink,
For tears arise
In my grey eyes
For Papa’s homecoming.

I’ve waited long for Papa here,
Interminable days,
The sun shines through,
The sky’s bright blue,
The very clouds all clear.

“Oh Pa!” I cry.  “Papa!  You’ve come!”
“Oh, yes, I have,” he says.
“A storm befell,
Delaying all!
But now, oh, yes.  I’m home.”

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Selfish Elfish Alvin

Selfish Elfish Alvin
Was a snob in all respects;
Has a habit of such screaming,
And of always making wrecks.

All try to console him,
But there never's any cure,
If he's ever disappointed,
A flurry of fury is sure.

Then one day Auntie Lynn came,
And told him jokes and such...
And Selfish Elfish Alvin was
Cured so very much!

As long as Auntie Lynn was there,
Or jokes were always told,
Selfish Elfish Alvin was so good--
Not bad of old!

{This was a random practice poem to see if my blog still worked, which it does. :-) }

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

My Thoughts are for Pleasant Things

My thoughts are for a valley,
That’s sprinkled with the dew,
And dotted with red flowers,
And studded with the yew.

For little village shops,
Piled with some toys;
And ideal treat-shops too,
For hungry girls and boys.

For mountains high and prideful,
That raise their jagged peaks
To heighths of ever-grayness,
To skies so cool and bleak.

For quaint and tiny houses,
Built many score ago;
Where little fam’lies live,
In life’s e’er normal flow.

And as I think of valleys,
Of girls with lollipops,
As I think of quaint houses,
And tallest mountaintops,

I feel the breezes in my face,
The lovely, quiet air…
And for a moment, I believe—
That I am ever there.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

In a Strange Land

I walk through a very strange land
Where roads all look like glass;
And waves lap not upon the sand,
But rather on the grass.

Yet—where to hence?  I do not know.
I wander aimlessly…
I pass a place of hottest snow
And a small, fat grape tree.

I find a beautiful meadow
Which flows in ever- verdent lines,
Through a jungle do I go,
Through a swirling maze of vines.

Orchids, daffodils, daisies;
A large field of willows:
Trees whose arms sway in the breeze,
Whose boughs are like pillows.

I cross a hilly landscape, too,
I traverse a ravine,
I take my time, oh, yes, I do,
To take in this grand scene.

I hear the birdsong, loud and clear,
From hummingbirds, robins, and jays;
It’s all like music to my ear,
Like the sweetest, softest praise.

And all in sacred awe I see.
The beauty and the majesty
Of land so wondrous, land so great,
A land I can appreciate…
A land that is perfect, it seems,
Though I am lost way in my dreams.