I fell from the branches and hit the ground hard,
Suddenly everything was there, and then it wasn't.
I was holding to the fine twigs, the smaller branches, the weaker ones,
Holding on so dearly that I wouldn't let go.
I held the small twig in my hand, grasping, clutching and squeezing with all my might.
While I lay there on the ground, with nothing.
I couldn't see the light that shone in my eyes,
The light that people held in their palms, but no one dared to see.
To me the world was black and white, but He saw in full colour and more.
He saw past the outer shell that was me, to my heart and soul.
My private and hidden part, the part that no one saw or had seen for eternity.
While I lay there on the ground He opened my eyes.
Suddenly, I saw it and everything was there.
The world was colour and I let go.
I dropped the twigs that I held in my hand and let the light shine through.
By Kathryn
Suddenly everything was there, and then it wasn't.
I was holding to the fine twigs, the smaller branches, the weaker ones,
Holding on so dearly that I wouldn't let go.
I held the small twig in my hand, grasping, clutching and squeezing with all my might.
While I lay there on the ground, with nothing.
I couldn't see the light that shone in my eyes,
The light that people held in their palms, but no one dared to see.
To me the world was black and white, but He saw in full colour and more.
He saw past the outer shell that was me, to my heart and soul.
My private and hidden part, the part that no one saw or had seen for eternity.
While I lay there on the ground He opened my eyes.
Suddenly, I saw it and everything was there.
The world was colour and I let go.
I dropped the twigs that I held in my hand and let the light shine through.
By Kathryn
