The last several months have been full of adventure, heartache, joy, and learning to lean on the father as a few of my friends and I have spent time studying and living overseas together. Here are a few of my thoughts as our time drew to a close.
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It is one twenty-nine
and my heart heaves a sigh
for my ears have just heard
some great sad news of a bird.
For my whole life I have known
a dear sweet girl who has shown
gentle spirit and love
with a joy from above.
Four some weeks and a go,
I spent five days away
with her sister and her
in a college alone.
There she told me
she had thought
of one day soon going away
to a state so very far
to teach for two months or more.
Farewell
Farewell to all, near or far,
Sleeping or awake,
To critters here or creatures there,
And even to the snake.
Farewell, my dears, for I must go
To my home to stay,
Remember me, I’ll wave goodbye
And now God Bless I say!
Chai Tea
My tea is hot, it’s good to drink,
I think you’d like it, too.
It is Chai Tea and it’s the best,
And love it? Yes I do!
Years later…
My heartbeat quickened.
I said in somewhat recognition, “That lamppost, my majesties, does it not look familiar?”
As soon as I said that, it seemed as if something had clicked in my mind, and memories started to float back-- memories of the world back in Spare Oom…memories that had been once long ago forgotten. That lamppost…it can’t be…?
“Stop!” I cried out deafeningly, pulling the reins of my horse.
All heads turned to look at me.
(my apricotpie farewell)
We met under the grove
Bringing shade, bringing bright,
Laughing sadly or studying weakness with might.
Some bring their blindness, others their sight,
But the grove where we met never changed.
We cried the same joys and we held the same loss,
We raised different voice, yet obeyed the same God.
Our hates and our loves explored paths on one chase,
And the trees overhead lent us beautiful grace.
We helped others fall up in the grove.
We met under the grove in drabs of such hue
I stare at the notice, blinking once, twice, thrice. Since I first saw it, I’ve tried to wrap my mind around it all, but I can’t—not yet.
I turn away and wander down the hall. Ten years’ worth of adventures adorns the walls, tales of knights, dragons and damsels, and strange worlds beyond understanding. Some of these works will be rolled up and taken to new locations; others will remain, quietly gathering dust.