IY Camp 2009 Poetry

I am a poem written by Him that He goes on writing.
This poem is not yet finished.
How ardently I am waiting for Him to write its last line!
- Fernando Rielo

These are the poems written by young people
who attended the IY 2009 Summer camp.

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If you take a moment to yourself and look at the beautiful wonders that our Father gives us…
Trees that provide us shelter.
Land and beautiful grass that provide us a place to play and run around.
Lake that provides us water to swim in.
And above all, Our Father gave us his unconditional LOVE which enables us to do what other animals can’t… love one another…

Father how can I thank you for the life you gave me
and for the angel that is forever by my side.
I thank you for the peaceful nature you have created.
I sing to the beauty of the lake, the sky, tress, and mountains wide.
Tomorrow I’ll continue with another line…

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NOT THE CITY
Nature is peaceful
With its quiet noise
The birds are chirping while
the bugs are buzzing
Then the leaves fall slow to the grassy field.
As we pass through to the grassy field we
hear all the quiet noise.

Nature is what God created for us to make ours.
His world is our world
to change into a utopia
so that nature can be our peaceful and quite world.

good night, sleep thing, young people

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The exposition and my point of view of experiences with Mother Nature has affected my life in a positive manner. Meeting new people has also taught me to be open to more people, to give chances and to trust more. Mother Nature gives me the advantage to realize how beautiful it is as to appreciate God’s gift. As to society, we the people learn to accept God’s gift and to live with nature.

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POEM OF NATURE
The smell of the fresh air in the middle of the forest makes me feel so free like I’m a bird in the sky with not a single worry on my mind…

The beautiful tress that surround me, the many different colors that make the Earth and the environments around us such a beautiful place…

The creations God made that surround me here in nature as I sit here and admire it’s beauty…

Nature is full with such beautiful features?

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NATURE LIFE
Quiet and
The smell of the wind and
The sound of silence
bring the other me out
to help others and
to be a big brother to those around me.

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TREES
Trees are the givers of life.
Tall and protective, cool, and collected.
Offer shad and comfort from the
Strong, scorching sun.
Share their beauty with those around
Them.
And what do we do to their beauty?
We destroy it and the life
And essence it gives.
We murder all of that for our
Own selfish ideals.

The lake, reflecting radiant beams
Of sunshine off its clear surface.
Refreshing to the mind and touch
Showing a whole other world beneath
The crystal clear surface.

And what do we do in turn for that
Beautiful clean water?
We pollute it with our factories.
We disrupt that incredible
World for our own selfish
Ideals.

What does that show?
It shows man is destructive
And chaotic.
What do we do?
Even though what’s done
Is done, we try to
Make it up to God and
Nature by respecting all His creation.

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DIVERSITY
Looking around
Trees, logs, lake
Look at the color of the trees
Are they the same?
What do I see when I look around?
I see freedom, I see God.
You see he doesn’t make
Everything the same.
Just like how we’re all
Different.
In our own special ways.

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God is Omnipotent
God is omnipotent.
The clear water, moist soil, soft
Grass, beautiful sky, and
Intelligent people.
God’s purpose for it was His
Love for us.
But sometimes, we forget the
Beauty of His gratitude and not
Realize what we should be
Thankful and grateful for.
We defend our materials that
Turn away from God.

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HOME
This little planet
This little planet under me,
It’s my playground,
My sanctuary,
My home.
A smooth blue blanket
Covers its green face.
A bright star
Keeps it warm and lights
Its space.
I care for my Father’s gift
And in return my soul will lift
Up, up, to a greater part
Of this big reality we’re part of.
Thank you Father,
For everything.

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EXPERIENCE
When I think of a tree
People belive we are free.

When people are hot
Just think of a tree top.

Some people are chill like a pool
‘Cause it’s just cool

Some are Paul, Leonel, Alex, Jeff,
Luis, Ryan, and many others
After all we are all brothers.

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What poetry is...
I do not know.
Perhaps it is that being sleeping
In the little ship of all things...
You call it God.
I call it the scent of a rose.
Perhaps it is the flight
Of dead wings...
Or the silent sound of autumn
Living hidden in the leaves...
What poetry is...
I do not know.
Perhaps it is that slender thread of light
Trembling in the tear of all beings...
Perhaps it is you...
             When you sleep.
- Fernando Rielo