Villanelle by Kassia Beauchesne
Novel: The Choosing by Rachelle Dekker
The flower’s purpose is simply to grow
Living in fear is not who you are
Only by facing fear can you let it go.
The flowers beauty isn’t just for show
But beauty alone will not get you far
The flower’s purpose is simply to grow.
The truth is beautiful, like you, I know
Daughter, inheritor, blameless, you are
Only by facing fear can you let it go.
Do not be fooled by the darkness you know
Like a bird is free, so you can fly far
The flower’s purpose is simply to grow.
Even in darkness, find a light that glows
Hear and believe who your song says you are
Only by facing fear can you let it go.
Remember, remember all that you know
Chosen, beloved, perfect, you are
The flower’s purpose is simply to grow
Only by facing fear can you let it go.
Living in fear is not who you are
Only by facing fear can you let it go.
The flowers beauty isn’t just for show
But beauty alone will not get you far
The flower’s purpose is simply to grow.
The truth is beautiful, like you, I know
Daughter, inheritor, blameless, you are
Only by facing fear can you let it go.
Do not be fooled by the darkness you know
Like a bird is free, so you can fly far
The flower’s purpose is simply to grow.
Even in darkness, find a light that glows
Hear and believe who your song says you are
Only by facing fear can you let it go.
Remember, remember all that you know
Chosen, beloved, perfect, you are
The flower’s purpose is simply to grow
Only by facing fear can you let it go.
The Bird Boy by Janel van Dongen
Novel: All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr
Meet Frederick, bird boy.
An owl’s eyes, hair like taffy,
A soul born with wings.
School brings books, oiled boots,
And the sound of boys panting.
“Who is the weakest?”
He has made his choice.
Water splashes to the ground.
“I will not,” he says.
Blood drenches the sheets.
It is only the strongest
They try to shatter.
Pages of spirals.
His soul is crushed, wings broken,
But a spark remains.
