Life
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Reyes
The heart of my discontent: Day to day life Goes by unnoticed. It needs a filter, A change in perspective. Some mask to trick me into seeing The beauty. Continue reading
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Path of Most Resistance
Annoyingly You are more inclined to change my heart Than my circumstances. You could move a mountain with ease, Yet are content To take on the tangles Of my attitudes and The dirty corners of my soul. Of course you choose this way, Assuring my dependence on you. You keep the trials in place, Removing Continue reading
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Long Ride Home
Currently returning from a trip to New York City visiting my friend Emily. The night before I left, I was tired and not terribly enthused about departing from home, but I had purchased bus tickets when my spirits and energy levels were high, so I was going regardless of my current feelings on the matter. Continue reading
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Held Together
The things great and glorious are all a jumble In the start-stop-go-stop-go-go-breathe Of a busy week; The both/and of a full life. Yet waiting still stretches endlessly here. I have only specks of patience to my name, And sometimes my prayers Are just desperate stares at the ceiling. The good is folded in with the Continue reading
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Letting Go
When I was five, it was easy to give You the reigns. I was small and weak, And I held so little in my power, It seemed such a simple request to satisfy. I gained Eternity for a pittance. But I began to grow up And Responsibility and Privilege Well, they grew with me. I Continue reading
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The Smell of Friday
Coffee. Black. Dew-watered grass breathing into the air. Exhaust fumes from a truck labeled Rocket Rooter. Coffee. Fruit Loops in a plastic bag, Birthday donuts, Sneaky chocolate bar. Coffee. Afternoon sunshine, Wind filled with leaves and grass. Sweat. So much sweat. Soccer cleats in sports bags falling from lockers. Eraser dust, Felt-tip pen: lime green. Continue reading
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In Reference to the Pothole on 1st Street
I drive over the same pothole in the road Every time I come home. Today I notice it Like it’s something special. I suppose it could be a metaphor If that’s what I really wanted. The way it appeared in the wake of a snowplow Over a year ago And is always patched yet always Continue reading
About Me
I’m Stephanie – a perpetual student and aspiring hobbit. I love language, literature, and theology. I’m happiest when surrounded with good food, good company, and things that grow.
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