In a Coffin Built for Two
My first breath was alone.
My first cry was an echoing plea
I knew right from the start,
there was a one for me
I haven’t found you in the crowd,
but I promise to find you yet.
and when I see your face,
it will be the one I won’t forget
I’ll seem to glide towards you.
Like an angel from above.
my halo a bit broken
but my eyes still screaming love
and together we’ll make memories.
and show them all what the world needs to see.
A picture to grow old with years
and the person never changing
Within our hands we hold a will to love.
and when we find them close enough…
we’ll hold each others
and give in to our will to BE loved
Until death and after
My love, my life - it’s true
We’ll drift into eternity
in a coffin built for two….
Katelyn Burch
7/2/2008
Glue and Popsicle sticks
Let’s see if we can build a house
Let’s see if we can build a house of child fantasy
A house that wolves cannot blow down
A secret place, no giant knows
Let’s see if we can build a house
Let’s see if we can build a house of Popsicle sticks
A place where today is forever
A place where no one has to die
Let’s see if we can build a house
Let’s see if we can build a house with glue
Maybe we’ll paint it yellow - to keep everybody happy
Maybe God will call it his midnight star
Let’s see if we can build a house
Let’s see if we can make it last forever
Dreams are forgotten - and hideouts too
Dreams don’t have to fade – they just have to grow.
Katelyn Burch
9/24/2007
Blessing The Nations
This isn’t a poem, you may have recognized by the name. I’m just simply painting my thoughts for you. You may wonder my reasons for the title of this post “School is an opportunity more than you know”. Well, do not be dismayed - I shall enlighten you.
Of course, higher education is the reason of opportunity for the motivated - including me. But many find other opportunities while in school, as well. For example, many of my fellow classmen and women often find themselves in intricate and unappealing discussions about sex, drugs, alcohol and gossip - These are the bad opportunities openly talked about around the cafeteria and classroom. It always seems that (with public schools, at least) negative always shadows over anything positive - dimming success. Rarely do people on the outside looking in, ever see the color within the sea of grey. No one seems to notice that many of the teachers follow Christ; no one seems to notice the small group of Christians praying before school starts; no one seems to realize the Christian text that fills and headlines the textbooks. Not every teenager finds school as an opportunity to follow in the paths of destruction - some find school an opportunity to stand out in righteousness and be different than those around them….and hopefully, one day - those little lights in a world of darkness - will see the autumn harvest.
In hope, Katelyn
9/9/07
Blessing The Nations
Blindfolded and gagged – taken to a land as captives; we are prisoners to greed and communistic thinking, where only the powerful are rich. They lead us to uncharted places of lust and desire for earthly possessions – copyrighted to end our period of innocence. We are sheep being led astray by a meadow that seems greener from a distance – a meadow where dollars flow and flower heads are faces of those upon our currency. What must I say to help you understand? We’ve been made to learn the language of money as we sacrifice our wills to the god of gluttony. They see in the mirror a plastic world where everyone seems to fit the model description of Barbie – if not – outcast as ugly ducklings for society’s slaughter with weapons of reality TV and makeover programs. I’m afraid abortion isn’t the only way we’ve lost poets, dreamers, presidents and philosophers. We’ve lost them in the battle for glory and power. Goals have changed, lives have changed and futures have been limited to career success. We can’t give hope to the wicked who think they’ve found it.
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Inside the ground
Where roots dig deep
The avenues
Where secret lovers sleep.
A small stirring
Where roots dig deep
Reaching far into
The part of my heart that weeps
Death and decay
Where quiet sins grow deep
Quick to sow
But not as glad to reap.
A lonely weed
Where blood and veins grow deep
The offspring’s poison
Runs down my cheek
Will evil crumble away
Where roots dig deep
Will forgiveness renew
Even as I do not speak
Katelyn Burch
Blessing The Nations
Just….thoughts…..but thoughts are the foundation of creation; so, here we go.
The body’s natural instinct is to heal – the moment a wound is inflicted, signals are sent from the brain to the injured part – telling it to start the restoration process.
Too bad that doesn’t also apply to spirit and soul.
There is but one thing that can stop the pain – one thing to stitch a hurting heart. One man. The gravedigger of every bitter memory, the carpenter of every broken home, the General of every fight you’ve fought.
Like an innocent man on the witness stand, you prosecute everything he’s done for you, when in reality – you know the killer is yourself. So if you must blame him for something – these he are guilty of:
Carving your fingerprint
Laying within your veins a fighting chance at life
And breathing into your lungs, a will….Now I gather what you’ve formed by will void of God – a will often used as an excuse.
Yet, he loves.
“Why does he love a wretch like me?”
THAT may be the eternal question.
Love, Keeps me wondering.
Katelyn Burch
Blessing The Nations
Today is perfect, today is complete
God’s blessing lingers over the minutes
Can you see him smiling?
Can you feel it in your heartbeat?
Today is the day, today is when
God declares what his people are taking back
Completing the cycle of prayers sent to heaven.
Perfecting the molds of every person free from sin.
Today is God’s, as is every other
But this one has a special anointing
That every calendar across the world has been waiting on
Perhaps this day will cause our candles to spark one another
Today is when the birds set to flight,
In pure honor of holy matrimony
Today is when the scent of perfection lingers in the air
Today is when the God of all lets love portray his might.
In respect for this moment, give thanks for life itself
Thank him for every smile, thank him for every breath
Take one second and let the fact sink in, that:
This day reminds all evil, of his victory over hell.
Katelyn Burch
7/7/07
Blessing The Nations hardcore faith
“…A silent cry, but its felt in the air…
Taking innocent lives without a slightest care…
A job well done murders the little one…
Killed with a shot, by a needle not a gun…
Heartless politicians campaign for this endless slaughter…
Shedding innocent blood to gain their water…
Killing a son, killing a daughter…
A decision of death by a mother and father…
What happened to peace? What happened to grace?
Looks of love on an expecting mothers face?
They rally for votes to win their race!
They call it a choice…I call it disgrace…
A knife, a needle, their weapons of choice…
A flinching child cries “please hear my voice!”….
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This was a short essay I was assigned for school. Tell me if you like it. 
The few, dramatic years between childhood and adulthood, bring many changes in the process of maturity. Those yet to experience the process of growing up often ask “what changes?” We all ask those questions until the realistic answers brought with pre-teen hormones slap us in the face - this essay addresses those touchy changes and examines the evolution of life.
We all look back at one point or another and wonder how we traded our rocking horse for the brand new mustang dad bought us sitting in the driveway. For me, it started with a rocking horse Mom and I named Rocky – then, a bike with pink handlebars. Soon after, it was the skateboard with the tiger on the underside I got for my 13th Christmas. I grew too old to ride anything with wheels for a while, so, pridefully I strutted down the street. I got some wheels again, this time they’re a lot faster – you guessed right, the mustang.
Sure, the choice of vehicle may have been a change, but not much was lost or gained in the process. The real gut wrencher was – deep breath – puberty. A kid goes to bed one night and, in the morning, wakes up a hormonal, cranky, blooming pre-teen. Now the pre-teens friends all talk about hot crushes, celebrity gossip and personal views on politics. It’s a culture shock that some teens handle well, while…others just don’t. Overall acceptance in elementary school turns into stereotypical clicks in middle school and survival of the fittest in high school - all part of the cycle of life.
Remember the car? Yeah, it’s the only way a teen gets to work, high school and any hangout dates with friends. Going from kids whom are fully dependant of parents - to barely dependant teenagers with their own schedules, responsibilities and agendas may be the biggest change of all. Now – parents trust them more, stressing at times, because if they screw up, it’s a horrible influence for the younger siblings.
So, whether its cars, friends, responsibilities or physical changes – the change undergone by each kid is what truly makes the adult they become. The tender time between innocence and wisdom; as a teen, I know the difficult choices that come with those changes. All we can hope for is that the evolution of life affects us only for the better and that we learn from struggles of maturity – God help us.
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When my knees are black from bruises, until the world fades as it chooses, till love gains back what evil loses. Then will I rest in the arms of him, who paid the price and bought my sin. The one who gives life back to dead or dying souls. Cry out! Let go, let God take hold! You past is shattered glass, each painful memory sharper than the last, but your doubt has been cast into the sea of irony. Rejoice! You’re free! And free indeed! Until I feel the need to plead, until redemption comes for me, until the day that angels sing. Then will I rest in the arms of the king. Coup De Grace, I scream.
 Katelyn Burch
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