Saturday, July 26, 2014

Broken Mirror

I am a broken mirror
with a distorted reflection
of the Son that shines on me.
I want the world to see but
I am a broken mirror.

You expect me to portray this image
but you don't stop and realize
that I am broken and shattered

just like you.

We are all broken mirrors.



By Kayla Jentes 

Friday, July 25, 2014

The Word

In the beginning was the Word -- singular.
He spoke, with a word, everything into existence. 
With a word He brings down armies;
with a word the dead are raised.

So why do we waist words?
When with only one
we have that same power.
Because the God that spoke those words
now lives in me



By Kayla Jentes 

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Weeping Willow

Like a weeping willow
she often sways in the wind
but as she sways
she weeps for what she has lost

But through her wavering 

her beauty shines through
because after each storm
her branches come to rest

for she is firmly rooted

in the soil of God, and
will never be uprooted. 


by Kayla Jentes