Alive
by Sophia Stravitsch, age 14
Kneeling in the restless night, remembering Grandma’s casket descending into the vacant chasm, I feel buried alongside her. On the grave is her treasured scarecrow hat — forever empty, perpetually mocking me. I am alone — blind and hopeless, drifting.
Two storms rage: skies burst, mingling with tears. Grief drowns my flooded heart. “Why have you abandoned me?” I cry out to her. To Him.
Heaven’s cloudy veil splits.
The sun’s radiant countenance beams. Shadows are dispelled as my sunken soul ascends.
Dawn’s rushing wings soar, awakening lilies that trumpet life.
Christ’s eternal Light conquers the darkness of death.
We are alive ….
About the Author
Sophia Stravitsch is an aspiring 14-year-old writer from Katy, Texas. When she’s not writing or taking homeschool classes, she can be found playing the organ, reading, daydreaming about her stories, or socializing with friends. She believes in performing all things for God’s eternal glory.
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