Think About It...Norse/Icelandic Legends

I'm going to relate some norse legends with christianity. It may be weird, but I'll try to get my point across.
First of all, there was Sigmund, a man sent by Odin, the Chief norse god. He was brave, fearless and strong. Then he up and died and the only trace left of him was a magical sword. See, I think the magical sword could be like Eve's faith, once she saw the tree of the knowledge of good and evil God told her not to eat. Her faith was broken immediately.
Then Regin, the dwarf, tried to rejoin the sword to use it for evil, just like Satan the Serpent did with Adam's faith. Sigurd (Sigmund's child), like Adam, was tricked into killing a dragon that was Regin's brother. Sigurd was ashamed.
But later, Regin was defeated. (You can learn much more about the legend in Wikipedia. Just look up "Ring of the nibelungs") This is like how Jesus, at the Cross, at Calvary, at Golgoth died and defeated the devil.
So the lesson of both stories would be dealing with obedience, not to stray away like a lost sheep.
That's it. I just wanted to show you what I thought.

The Little Angel

This is the story of a little angel.
As some may know, when a little child dies, he is turned into a little angel. Now one day, there was a little child named Aafie. His parents were wonderful.
But one day, the child had a fever. He died holding a red rose in his hand.
Aafie had a vision of an angel. The angel asked, "Are you ready?" Aafie instinctively said "Yes" and the next thing he knew, he was in heaven, still holding that rose.
Everyone had to give an offering to God in heaven, like their favorite things, drawings, etc.
But because the boy was good, he gave his heart and the rose to God.
God gave the gifts back, and Aafie went to paradise. Sadly, though, the child missed his family.
He cried. One tear fell on the rose.
Suddenly his family walked right out of the flower and greeted him while they were sleeping. Aafie could visit his family in heaven every time he wanted to.
And that is how you can become an angel in heaven. You must give your heart to God.

I know, it's sad. But it has a happy ending. And I hope everyone will have a happy ending.

The Labyrinth

In the last post, you got to know a little bit about me. Now you will hear a story.

Once upon a time, there was a labyrinth constructed by king of the sea, known as Aduelas. This king had a golden trident at the center of the labyrinth. A dragon guarded the labyrinth. And for extra protection, the walls moved as they wished.
Now, the king of the sea was evil. So a hero had to return to the trident back to the king of the sky, whom had given it to Aduelas.
I was chosen to return the trident. I swam to the depths of the underwater world. Down there, I finally came across the kingdom of Aduelas.
I entered the labyrinth. The walls tried to crush me, but I managed to get through. Soon enough, I was back where I started.
Then I tried again.
No matter how many times I tried, I returned back to the spot where I was before.
However, the fifth time I tried, I saw a tree. On the tree was a riddle.

I am love's helper,
I carry wishes upon my back
My name does not matter,
What am I?

Love is God, but who was his helper? Wishes? That must mean a prayer. A scripture with an angel in it did say that her name didn't matter-
An angel.
"An angel?" I said. Suddenly, roots in the tree opened up. I boldly walked into the roots.
I walked out in the center of the labyrinth. It was A SECRET PASSAGEWAY!
I took the trident, but the dragon saw me. He opened his eyes and chased me mournfully.
Wait. Mournfully?
He was trying to tell me something. I pointed the trident at the dragon and it turned into a beautiful young girl. She said that Aduelas condemned her to take the form of a dragon and to guard the trident.
I took her to the king of the sky, gave him the trident, and we all lived happily ever after.

This short tale is based on Ariadne's thread. Happy lives to all of you!

I Love You, Don't Die for Me

I think this is a very beautiful, sad, and dramatic song. You may sing it if you like.

She up and died,
I up and cried,
NO! I shout.
It can't be true
Oh Oh!
Our love was two threads
Tied together,
Then Snip-Snip!
You were truly my Golden Lady
And I was truly your Golden Man
Our love will never end, I miss you so!
Oh Oh!
I miss you too,
For in my heart,
Our poem of Life never ends-
The love never stops,
The romance never begins
Oh Oh!
Oh Oh!
Love truly!
Truly love
Don't die for me
Live for my sake
God cares for...
The needy.

Peace Is A Flower...

Peace,
The flower that dances with joy
We need only find it,
To fill in every empty space in a grieving heart of worry
Peace is the sunflower that blooms in the soul,
And gives God authority to rule the heavens, for he alone is the Prince of Peace.
Peace has seeds of Joy, and worry will no longer be allowed to enter the door to your soul.
Peace is the sunflower that every one needs, including souls and angels in heaven.
But there must be a sun to allow any sunflower to grow.

What do you think this poem means to you? If you are worried or grieving for whatever reason, just remember this poem. (Comments below.)

Prayers lifted

This is a poem about Prayers being lifted. Enjoy!

My Prayer,
Coming from my heart,
Goes to the Creator,
Which we know most accurately by Love
My poetry is prayers coming from thy heart
And angels carry my poetry to God and the world
If it be your mercy
Grant that the world may know you
No matter how many names you may have
No matter what tongue,
Your love may come in different forms,
Depending on the heart you live in,
Lord, I pray that this prayer be lifted into the hearts
Of different people with different tongues
Of different people with different ways of seeing you.

I hope you enjoyed my poem. Have a great day, all of you reading this, and everyone in the world!

No Title

No title for this poem. I hope you enjoy it.

My harp plays,
In the cold, aging world,
A tune of sadness and despair.
The snow is sad,
Made from the tears of God
And once they land,
Create mourning.
A bird flies overhead,
And the sun has come up.
And everyone is forgiven
And the sunshine creates memories
Of the Hope
That flew overhead.

The Great Dragon

This is a story about a dragon. Enjoy!

I am a dragon,
And I bring forth water
Enjoy my creation
The stars are my great kingdom,
The earth is my poetry
I have written everyone in my poetry
In the Book of Life
I am the great poet
And every poem, every story
Is unique
In its own way
I am the Creator.
I know all secrets,
Supernatural and natural
I know all these things for nothing can be hidden
From Love.
I do not have wings, for my Love for everyone
Allows me to fly.
I am not dirty, for I am cleansed
I am bright for my Love shines on everyone
I am beautiful
My daughters are Wonder and Nature
I come in different forms, for everyone is different
However I must return to where I live,
For pleas and prayers need to be answered!

That's it. The dragon symbolizes God, for I imagine God to be huge and strong.

Understanding

Yep. That is what this poem is called. I have decided to go even deeper into knowledge and to create wisdom. Enjoy!

Be swept into a land
Where heaven joins earth
Be in the presence of cherubs and Little Angels
Be in Prayer and meditation
Think of how
God created this world
Observe all details
For you shall find
A bit of God in everything
Be,
Observe,
Think,
For there is a little bit of the master
In the learner.

I hope you enjoyed this poem. Mom sure enjoyed it.

The Flower of Optimism

Listen, I know I've been writing poems every day. So now I will begin a fairytale I made up myself.

Based on the story of a four-leafed clover told usually on March 17

Every day in the world there was sadness. There was no rain, family members would die every second, there was a great famine every week-everything you could imagine.
One of the people to suffer was a girl named Becky. She tried her best to be optimistic. Meanwhile, underground the elf squad were searching for some optimism in the sad situation in the world.
God walked in to the elf squad's Room for Optimism Detection. "Is there any optimism that you detect?" "No," said an elf. "Wait...I think we've got a signal...from some girl named Becky." Suddenly this optimism activated a window from heaven to open. A spiritual flower grew from the ground as quickly as Jesus had flown off this earth.
Suddenly...it rained. Crops grew, and children and adults lived to a longer age. And if we stop being optimistic about sad situations that flower will die and the window from heaven will close.

I think this story gives a very important lesson. It teaches to be optimistic. Remember...today is a new day.