Collections of Poetry

For the Nephilim I Call My Friend

My friend who came from the bright stars,

who was raised in dim lights of distant cars,

I am always amazed at how brightly you shine.

Your heart is seen in your eyes, beautiful by design.

You're a gift, a gift too wonderful to accept.

You have saved many and they are in your debt.

Anyone you touch, you've shown them love and light.

Sadly, some cannot see this and are angry, filled with spite.

Don't let those people dim the light that is you.

There are many things you'll see and there's still much to do.

And you will do them brilliantly, I know you will.

You will grow strong and remain bright even still.