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TRUE STORY

There is a girl, a girl that lives on my street. She is close to poverty. But she always smiles. She is very thin and some say she does not make enough money to eat. But when you see her she is smiling. I walked by her house the other night, I saw her arms raised and tears in the light. Oh my, I thought, she must be so sad, not owning a car or anything nice. The next morning I saw her. I wondered if I should ask her if she was OK. With sympathy in my heart I obeyed. As I walked up to her she greeted me with a hi. Poor thing, what burdens does she hide? We got to talking and into the thoughts of seeing her cry, I found the strength to ask why. I was very happy, was her cheerful reply. Shock brushed across my face. She must have saw it because she then said, alas, even though people say I am poor, that I do not make enough money to get by, tears come to my eyes. In my heart He has planted the seed of love and compassion. People see I have not much, but I say I have more than enough. I have gold. Real gold, not the jewelry you wear on your neck, but God's gold. God's gold is LOVE, PATIENCE, FORGIVENESS, AND MERCY. No material object or money can make a person truly rich, but that seed of gold God plants in us blooms and grows making us the richest in all the world. When she had finished I noticed tears in my eyes, for I knew she was right. When it got late there, I also raised my arms and cried in the light.

STACI TARGONSKY
April 28, 2003

BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

I live in an apartment and the walls are thin.
You can sometimes hear what is going on within.
I hear a door slam - I then hear loud voices.
I hear a child’s voice and a mother’s vocabulary of bad choice.
I hear a sob come through the wall, gee I wonder who.
Later that night, as I try to sleep, all I hear is a child’s weep.
Pain shoots in my heart, this is only a start.
I know this well, because it has been happening every night,
Once I turn out my light.
I hear “God please help me, you are the only one who can.
Get me out of here, don’t you care?
I have been hit so much and I am so sad!”
The girl interrupts listening to say that abuse makes her mad.
The child cries a hurt heart-breaking cry for help.
I then hear a door, a scream from a furious mother.
“Close that window and get to bed
Or I will beat you until you are dead!"
The window closes. I just hear sobs as I lay down.
My mom closes the door with so much force it makes the place shake.
I cry some more. I really hope God heard everything because that
Was my prayer. You never know what goes on behind closed doors.
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
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By Danny Hahlbohn - used with permission
~~~~ all rights reserved by the artist ~~~~
Story and Poem by Staci Marie Targonsky - Copy Written 01-09-03
A young girl waits for the bus to come. Come soon bus, take me to school. A man comes walking up to her. Remembering what her parents said about not talking to strangers she kept her mouth closed as the man stood in front of her. “Hi there, young child.”
Silently the girl prayed for the bus. “What’s up child?” The man said. Still silence. “Well, have a good day.” Yeah, right the girl shouted in her head. Finally, the bus is here! On the bus, sneers and giggles fill the air. The girl sits alone, glad she is not home. Eyes glance her way, then turn into laughter and taunt. In school it is the same way. No change. Time to go home the girl groans. On the ride home fear fills her mind. The next day while waiting for the bus that same guy comes to her. “Hi child, glad to see you again”. Yeah right, who would be glad to see me? She thought in her mind. She wondered who is this man? She makes eye contact with him. Eyes of a gentle soft brown, his hair shoulders length - well groomed. The Brown hair matched his eyes. There was softness in his smile, but the girl still did not trust him. He smiled and turned away. "GOD BLESS", he called back As the young girl watched him walk away she felt better. Here is the bus, same as yesterday. The next day again the man showed up at the same time and the girl observed although it was very windy, his hair was in place. “Hi, child!” The girl said hi, not knowing where she found the courage. His eyes seemed to penetrate her spirit. They had a light to them - strange powerful light. So tell me young one, how are you?” Fine, the girl lied. The man seemed to look hurt. He said “Thou shall not lie, child!” Fear surged through her. How did he know I lied? She wondered. Then He left. After a few weeks of small talk, the man asked the girl, “are you going to the school talent show?’ Completely taken by surprise of his knowledge she said, “no”. “Why is that? Do you think you have talent?”

The girl finished her poem - she looks up. Silence, then she hears light claps. Her eyes fall upon the man. She is surprised to see tears in his eyes he comes up to her and says, “let’s get some air.” The girl looks at the man. The man looks at her and says, “Yes, God has heard your prayer and all the other ones. And other than you, God is the only one who knows what goes on behind closed doors, my child.” The girl gasped as light began to shine around Him. “My child, I am Jesus.” The girl sobbed and looked up but the man was gone. “I am inside of you like I said before - I will never leave your side.” He said. The Girl praised God and began to feel better. “I am glad God does know what goes on be hind closed doors.”

My name is Staci Marie. I hope you enjoyed this poem. I hope it helps many children and teens.

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