Amazing Kids! Magazine


By Emma Kuhnsman, Age 11, Maryland


God takes the wearing black thread
Unwoven not too long ago
He weaves it back up right
And wraps His Earth in its folds.

The thread is so old
Light leaks through the holes
Sprinkling the void
With thousands of tiny, sparkling diamonds.

A crystal orb, so majestic she is
Bathes us in her holy light
Her crown known and shown
She is the beauty of the endless blackness.

Soon the King comes for his throne
And in his fiery rage
Burns away the thin cloth
Until he rules the skies again.

God only takes His needle
Takes the ruins
And begins to weave once more
Under the warmth of the hearth.