Ok..  I'm not much of a poet..  (I'm going to be a computer science major)  if fact, I cant write to save my own life.  However, I do from time to time get into that mood, and just go.  Don't expect that much from this section, just remember that it's all coming straight from my heart.

Hope From Above

Her hair was an endless field of wheat.

Her eyes glowed blue and her lips were red.

Yet aside from her beauty, she had a good heart.

The words she spoke rang bells of love.

With flight from Heaven, she came down,

curing the pain and agony of man,

fighting sickness and loving beyond.

Only a woman, an angel from God,

can dwell with such dignity, and deliverance bold.

When will I find such a gift from above?

Only time will tell the tale.

David Guenther

January, 1999