Peace
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Quarry
Huddled masses, He hears each cry, As you lie wallowing in dust and earth, Surrounded by the sounds of pain Compounded with the clanging hammer strikes. Piece by piece you are chipped away, Broken from the heavy mountain holding you, Gathered in From the only home you have ever known. The hills echo with your Continue reading
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Prayer Excerpted
Lord, you do not grow tired or weary, Yet I still worry that you will tire Of my asking for the same thing, again Asking for what I am still unsure I actually want. You know, I’ve become accustomed to Fear; I press close to it as a familiar friend, My surety in the midst 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.
Beautiful Dust 