The wound was worse than Dr. Holiday had expected. Carefully, he pulled the blood-soaked tee shirt away from the break, showing the protruding bone and the swollen, sullen red skin around it. There were several long gashes as well, one of which ran from the ankle almost to the back of the knee.
In archaic stones, imposing structure,
A simple soul lived under
The mantle of artists great,
Close to Mother's Heart.
Out the door this simple heart
With stringed instrument did depart
From the convent walls,
On her way to choir loft.
At the transept, on bended knee*
A child waited prayerfully.
Innocent and unseeing,
Her red dress like a warning sign.
Small feet guided upon the steps,
Closer to the Divine Princeps.**
Above the shrinking pews below
The simple soul set her.
Today's a day to be remembered.
And Yesterday: forgot.
Tomorrow we have yet to see,
And see how fares our lot.
Today's the day that we march on,
Though Yesterday we warred,
Tomorrow we will sleep away,
Our pillow as our sword.
Today has never met Tomorrow,
Yet thinks of Yesterday,
Tomorrow knows the future well,
Yet knows what it won't say.
Today will live to see Tonight,
And Yesterday watch on,
As Tomorrow starts a bright new day,
Since Yesterday is gone.
ELETA
"Is it by your discernment that the hawk soars?" -(Job 40:26)
CHAPTER ONE : Seahawk
We dance, we whisper,
We hide our face.
We hide, we look,
We find no trace.
We look for people;
We look for hearts.
We all deceive,
By skillful arts.
We gaze, we search,
We hide away.
We look, we see,
We hear, we say.
We hide, we seek,
We never find.
We hear them speak,
Yet not their mind.
We love, we hate,
We never tell.
We're strangers all,
Yet know too well.
We laugh, we cry,
We always act.
We say, we lie
Yet all with tact.
BOOM. the gunshot rang through the tree's like an echo in a cave.I calmed myself from the buck of the 22 rifle I got just yesterday. As I took my eye away from the scope I could feel my heart racing, it felt like it was going to pop out of my chest. I could hear my friend amanda screaming in the backround " you got it, you got it ann.Amanda had long beautiful flowing dark brown hair which went down to her back with a fair face she had been my best friend since we where in second grade"." Wow that was frightning, and exciting." I replied with a tone of excitement in my voice.
Fifty things I learned this summer:
1. Whatever it is, a glass of milk is the appropriate response.
2. It really is more fun to say "Ready, set, WEASEL!"
3. There is nothing quite like listening to music in the middle of the night.
4. Writing in the ancient hours of night and wee hours of morning is a lovely thing.
5. All the people on the Titanic died. (Really. The last living survivor is no longer living.)
6. If everyone had theme music as they do in movies, we wouldn’t need identification.
Walking across the dust covered floor, uncovering old laughter in my mind, of the times we'd tried to keep things quiet. Do you remember the failure of our fluffy pillow covers, when we hoped not to make a sound? Trying not to wake our sleeping little brother in the next room? Those times, of happy hearts, joy, and ease? Light minds and new starts. We were truly free. Almost running everywhere we dared, without fear or any cares.
With my arm around the candle
And my boots thumping on the ground
Though the sky is still gray
I'm still coming
Out in the dim lit earth
To see Your glory dawn.
(written when it was 6:41, in the morning, waking from a dream)