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genuine beauty
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the cool crisp air
endless flowers in striking purples
layers of mountains unfold, beckoning in the distance
each a lighter shade of glorious blue
a small country town
the sun bathes my face in its gentle warmth
quiet.
peace.
the trees just beginning to break forth
in their wondrous display of autumn
the small road twists and turns
winding through the hills
a pleasant desertion that city life could only hope to offer
a country church on a hill
dried wheat fields,
beautiful in their desolate state
one could almost pass their hand
over the mountain's fluffy, tree-covered side
expansive lakes spread across the valleys
between mountains that tower above
cherry-red bushes, a tranquil creek
orange, green, yellow, red, brown
all brought together in a wonderful collage
journeying: climbing the steep winding road
now traveling through the colors
inside a different world
looking out through a picture
eye-to-eye with the clouds
october 1997/98
untitled
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in a land so close, yet so far away, there lived a tree
within which dwelt a spirit, that is i
she was deathly pale when she came to this land
casting a spell with the power of the wand held in her icy hand
the night turned cold, the days the same,
a sharp wind blows carrying icy flakes on it wings
dropping a white blanket over our once lush land
the chill will remain long
my home begins to wither and my spirit, to fade
as winter brings the death of this tree
so the spirit dwelling within also wilts
then comes one, a savior
in his voice he balances the universe
he passes through this barren land
he sees the despair, a spell breakable, yet not
it is not time.
he moves past and comes to this tree,
summoning the lifeless spirit within
he calls to me to be his,
to follow and obey
he gathers his peoples
endeavoring to far lands
it is time.
we return to this land, once my own
the four have come to sit enthroned
he emerges victorious
the battle is won
the spell is no more.
response to "the lion, the witch and the wardrobe"
fall 1999
showtime
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early arrival,
warm up and prepare.
costumes and props,
make-up and hair.
we have to get ready,
two hours 'til show.
"House opens in 20!"
"Places!" - let's go!
anxiously waiting,
nervous yet ready.
lights up and we're on,
keep the lines coming steady.
there's no turning back,
just gotta keep going.
have fun - soon it's over,
the adrenaline's growing.
we've now reached the end,
curtains open, we bow.
people clap, people cheer,
it's over - for now.
fall 1999
this
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this is my favorite:
to watch.
to stare at you plainly
without you noticing me...
how i long to forever:
to watch.
as you interact with others
the natural you being you...
just for a little bit longer:
to watch.
the funny things you do
i laugh more when you don't see...
i long to, but can't now:
to watch.
and as i walk away, i wonder
do you watch me too?
spring 2000
annual beginning
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beautiful dawn.
early rising sun,
warm and fresh.
the smell of new life,
color springs forth.
delicate flowers,
fragile in their beauty.
fresh soul,
new spirit,
soar on the soft scented breeze.
spring 2000/01
untitled
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desire.
longing.
love yearning --
give me away.
an object of affection.
fixed in mind,
dwelt upon,
unattainable presence.
one day...
that object.
desire.
longing.
love yearning --
given away.
fulfilled through release.
color of a rose.
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the color of a rose.
scarlet.
from whence did it come?
long a symbol of love,
this red.
a rose.
the color of love.
scarlet.
from whence did it come?
the precious blood of a Savior
perfect Lamb, only Son,
this red.
arose.
spring 2001
of her
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a room full of stories.
a life epitomized by the objects of her keeping.
photographs.
the pictures tell the stories of friends, of family, places, things, events that make up her.
faces, objects that have shaped, grown, molded her.
frozen images.
journals.
the pages tell the stories of feelings, of emotions, triumphs, defeats that make up her.
poems, prayers that have broken, soothed, inspired her.
silent phrases.
the Book.
the Book, tells the stories of God, of Father, Son, Spirit that make up her.
love, death that has guided, created, saved her.
living Word.
this room full of stories.
this life epitomized by the objects of her being.
fall 2001
from the valley
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a remembrance of me...
knowing that those expressions of faith came
from the same heart that beats within me now
am i that person?
the one who said and felt those things?
how deceit withers our faith.
does backsliding occur in this walk,
or just stagnation?
the One who called me is Faithful,
i will rest in knowing...
may 17, 2001
untitled [hold me now]
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he has guided me.
even in the time when i have not paid attention
when i have not desired, thirsted
He is faithful.
He has guided me.
safely away from a harm that i could not really see
not even in my closest moments
or were those my closest moments?
i am yours... hold me now
He is faithful.
He has guided me.
laying out the path for my everyday journey
putting me where i am to be used
He is faithful.
i pray now for the courage to speak.
i know the words will come when He appoints the time
i need boldness, i pray
He is faithful.
when i am weak, poor, broken
i am His and He is faithful.
He will guide me.
overflow from hold me now by j.knapp
august.21.2001
reminded
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from the first time she speaks
i can hear the sarcasm in her heart
bitterness and anger fill the void that pain left.
she blows hot and cold.
i am kind but i don't make special effort.
i don't want to deal with her attitude.
but today her eyes are soft with tears and red.
after her operation, she will never have children.
broken, she weeps.
and i am reminded that she is human.
february.26.2002
today
for laura
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stepping out.
looking back once more
to see family and friends who have loved me.
they have sheltered and nurtured me,
encouraging me to grow,
preparing me for today.
stepping out.
looking back once more
to see teachers who have molded me.
they have instructed and advised me,
guiding me to knowledge,
teaching me to think for myself.
stepping out.
looking back once more
to see the struggles i have overcome.
a small lifetime of triumphs and defeats,
all bringing understanding,
a new discovery of who i am.
stepping out.
looking back once more
to see just how far i've come.
i have been grown and molded,
i am ready to enter the world:
to walk on my own.
stepping out.
spring 2002
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