my shells

I wrote this poem in the fifth grade in memory of my grandpa.


As I look at my shells,
I remember the sea,
And someone who was very special to me.
When I went to his house,
Right next to the sea,
We went looking for shells regularly.

His heart was loving,
As it will always be,
To every animal,
Including a flea.
I was his grandaughter,
And I could see,
That he was getting weak slowly.

I will always cherish those moments,
And ones to be,
When someone and me,
Walk along together,
By the sea.

songs

Hey! It's been a while since I've written on here. I'm almost done with school! Hoorah!

If you want to check out any of the songs I've written, you can listen to them on www.nevertheless.bandcamp.com.

pursuit

I feel like writing right now and I'm not sure exactly why. Just visited with an old roomate and am reminded of how much I miss her. It's funny how lives cross and change and meet again. Sometimes I wonder at how God prepared all this. Did you know, Lord, that it would come to this? Roads diverging and paths turning from college unto the great unknown....

We think we know so much and then turn to discover that it will never be enough. The pursuit of knowledge does not end in peace. In understanding more, we discover that, in truth we understand less. In understanding less, we discover the ability to let go of what we've been grasping for. This is wisdom.

I realize that once in Christ, I want for nothing.

I need no more sustenance, then what he provides. Food, clothing, possession, work, relationship, all fade in sight of his glory. Yet how do we glorify Christ in the seemingly mundane tasks of each day? Can these little things which fill up our lives have a meaning rooted in Him? How does loving our redeemer begin to fill every facet of our being?

Can anything compare to his goodness? dilute it?

And how can we, as his children, turn away from such a gift of peace? For He is in pursuit of our hearts.

rewinding

Rethinking
the miracle of life
i'm astounded at the breeze
how does a shift in air pressure
bring things into movement

Reexamining
the source of life
i'm struck by the green
made by chloroplasts invisible
to the human eye
and yet capable of coloring between the lines

Reworking
the mysteries of life
i'm wondering how this stump
is able to push back against me
with a force equal to gravities desire
to pull me towards the earth

Rewinding
my understanding
I discover
that no explanation can en capture
the beauty found in each living thing

the facade

Fashioning lies
out of papermache
I can cover
my brokeness
with this projection of self
yet
an emptiness remains

questioning the source of this desire
to conceal oneself

It eats away
at the colorful paper
peeling back the facade
to reveal what is left
within