Spiritual Fiction & Poetry - Poetic Inspiration -
☞The Child Within Me
Creation is Singing to God
The stars are shining bright tonight.
The streams are sparkling in the moonlight.
The world is quiet, all have ceased to fight.
Creation is singing to God.
The still winter wind chills tonight.
The treetops glisten in the starlight.
The angels all are listening, all has ceased tonight.
Creation is singing to God.
Vicky Hunt (March 7, 1982)
Let There Be a Star
In the beginning God, saw the earth was dark.
He reached up one shining hand, and in the skies he left a mark.
With one creative finger, He made the moon and sun.
But, yet he wasn't through; he felt He wasn't done.
He said something is amiss, there's one thing wrong I know.
He touched the sky and made a star, by His hand it did glow.
He looked at the work He had made, the stars and moon and sun.
Then said, "It is good, my work today is done."
Vicky Hunt (April 18, 1981)
Do You Remember
Do you remember my first best friend?
Do you know where I can find her?
Maybe you've seen her soft blue eyes,
Or golden curls in the mirror.
Though now we only meet as strangers,
I'm sure I knew her well before.
Miles and years have come between us.
I can't seem to find her anymore.
Baby dolls, barbie dolls, board games, and bikes,
Then back to school in the Fall.
"Saturday Night Fever" at the Plaza Twin,
And Hanging out at the Mall.
Barefoot games of hide-and-seek,
And the water-battle at the kitchen door.
Do you remember sneaking to my room at night,
And telling jokes until I rolled in the floor?
Those days were fun and I loved you so much.
But, we're both different people it seems.
We've changed our last names, and gone seperate ways,
And we're both chasing very different dreams.
Yet, when I close my eyes to sleep at night,
I remember my first best friend.
I still love her with all of my heart.
I hope I can find my sister again.
Vicky Hunt (September 3, 1998)
My Father sends the rain,
It falls in torrents fast.
I hear the thunder rolling.
The power of God is vast.
As the lightening flashes downward,
And the storm ceases not;
I remember who has caused it,
And what a Father I've got.
Now the rain slows its rhythm.
The lightening ceases to flash.
I remember who has stopped it,
And the power of my Father lasts.
Vicky Hunt (May 27, 1982)
As the darkness of the night
Slowly, surely, veils my soul.
Through the darkness lightening flashes.
In the night I hear thunder roll.
Through the storm I hear a song;
A peace in my heart that is planted deep.
For thou Lord, only makest me dwell in safety.
I will both lay me down in peace and sleep.
Vicky Hunt (April 4, 1981 @ age 16)
*Psalms 4:8 I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, LORD, only makest me dwell in safety.
The Red Bill's Song
I hear the song of a red bill,
It's sitting on my windowsill.
It sings so softly, ever so still.
His melody it is so real.
To God and man, so sweetly he sings.
Then, ever so quietly, he spreads his wings.
A peace in the air his flight now brings.
A new beauty appears, a new joy rings.
Vicky Hunt (May 18, 1982)
I visited Papaw when I was 7. He was driving a tractor across the fields. I ran through the tall corn towards him. He turned his head and saw me coming. His mouth became a smile and he pulled me onto the tractor with him. I felt like I was on top of the world, riding beside a giant. He hugged me tight.
I visited Papaw when I was 8. He drove us all to town. Papaw's pickup truck was backfiring. He said somebody was shooting at us. I laughed and laughed.
I visited Papaw when I was 9. Papaw built a box and filled it with cabbage. He pounded the cabbage with a stick and made saurkraut. I was proud of him.
I visited Papaw when I was 10. He was wringing chicken's necks, and he let me help pluck their feathers. Mamaw fried fresh chicken. He tickled me with a feather. I was happy.
I visited Papaw last year. He was walking on a cane. Papaw didn't live on his farm anymore. He had an apartment. He took us to visit Mamaw in the nursing home. I was sad.
I visited Papaw last week. I laid some dogwood flowers on his grave. But, in my heart, I saw Papaw making saurkraut and eating fried chicken.
I visited papaw last night. I saw the summer dogwood trees blossoming. I saw Papaw walking across his cornfield, so proud and larger than life. His five foot tall frame still loomed on the skyline. As I looked at his face, I saw a smile, and I ran to hug him once again.
Vicky Hunt (July 27, 1992)
A basic Peace surrounds my heart,
No matter the troublesome storm.
In my soul no fear will stay,
For deep within me hope is borne.
I will not fear what man can do.
I'll not fear a death bell's toll.
I'll only fear the one who can,
After death destroy my soul.
Vicky Hunt (May 1, 1981)
*Matthew 10:28 And fear not them which kill the body, but are not
able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul
and body in hell.