Paperweight Poetry

You say church isn't for you,  For when they serve the little cups of grape juice, you see shots When you hear them sing and dance, you think of last night's bar dancer  But church isn't meant to condemn, it won't punish you for everything you're not.  -anna sluder 

I am not made of bones, blood, and veins I am more than all of my sins and scars  I am made of everything beautiful in this universe ordained  For my heart is held in the same hands of God as the stars.  -anna sluder 

i built a house on a hill, a place for me and you, it doesn't have to be big to fulfill, or beautiful and brand new, i just want a porch to drink my tea upon, a window to see the sky so blue, a garden to grow flowers in our lawn, and a bed to lay my head next to you. -anna sluder

The wind calls my name  Whispering my "shoulds" as I sway at the fence of reality  For the wind isn't calling me to wealth or to fame Instead it calls me to the truth that sets you free.  -anna sluder 

Time is not a sinister knife  Sawing our souls slowly with sickness and strife Time is precious moments that last for all of these forevers  Carrying us through an endless clock that claims the never.  -anna sluder 

I am made of suns and I am made of fire I am made of the waters of each river I burn you then heal each wound I inspire Yet never learning not to hurt her.    -anna sluder