My Favorite Teacher

She isn't too hard,
she isn't too easy,
but she isn't just right either.
She's perfect.

She makes it fun,
while we learn. Rather than,
learning a lot and being boring,
or having fun but learning nothing.

I can't believe,
her personality.
How similar it is,
to mine.

Nor can I believe, that
it was my worst class last year.
This year, with a different teacher,
it is my best class.

To her I write this,
letting her know,
that she is my favorite teacher,
EVER!!!


16 Dec. 08

The Metaphorical Christain Life

Shivering in the cold,
walking briskly,
holding the cup with both hands.

A thought came to me,
a metaphor it's called,
but it seemed to be true.

The metaphor,
to be explained clearly,
is this...

The cold is life,
our troubles,
our problems.

God is the cup of hot chocolate,
warming us, both
inside and out.

When we pass someone in need,
we give them a drink,
filling their cup.

Then God,
being the loving, caring God he really is,
refills our own.

It may sound cheesy,
but if you really think,
that's how the ideal christain should act.

So why don't we?
How come we take the whole cup for ourselves?
Love is not love unless shared.

Giving the needy a drink,
doesn't need to be literal.
All it could be is a smile...




14 Dec. 08

My thank you letter

Kneeling at the cross,
staring at the glass of water before me.

So many thoughts racing through my head,
I felt as though an explosion, was mere seconds away.

Then I heard, a most beautiful sound,
the sound of a small thunk on my left.

I opened my eyes and turned my head,
and there he was, kneeling beside me, smiling.

There were stars in his eyes,
as I saw the reflection of what I had said.

Then I heard another small thunk,
this time on my right.

I turned again,
and there she was, kneeling beside me, also smiling.

She grabbed my hand,
then so did he.

More tears came,
tears of gratitude, tears of love.

Tears of joy, tears of healing,
tears of hope, tears of tomorrow.

The whole trip was amazing,
a great faith experience.

But to you, Jared, I write this thank you,
for that small act,
meant and still means more than I could ever write in words.


04 Dec. 2008

Notre Dame 2008 Basilica Memoir

Sitting in silence,
hearing the echos,
seeing the altar.

All of it amazing,
all of it precious,
trying to hold on to this moment forever.

So much we liked it,
so much we did,
we sat till we were asked to leave.

Biking back,
we kept biking back,
we were like magnets.

Attracted to this place,
we could not stop,
biking back.

Sitting in silence,
hearing the echos,
seeing the altar.

His presence beside me,
neither speaking,
just sharing this holy moment together.

Wanting to stay forever,
dreading the morning,
when we would drive home.

The whole trip was fun,
don't get me wrong,
but this stands out the most.

Sitting in Silence,
hearing the echos,
seeing the altar.


01 Dec. 2008

Walking the dog one chilly night

Walking, walking,
just keep walking.
Through the cold,
through the wind,
through the never-ending storm.

The sun is setting,
lighting up the sky.
Fireworks of every shade,
splashing colors everywhere.

Hear the pitter patter
of her feet.
Feel her strain
on the leash.

Imagine running into,
the awesome pool of colors,
out of this desolate pit,
and Flying High.

Now she is running,
the leash slipping.
Let her go, let her free.
Doesn't she deserve it, as do we?

We must let go,
we must move on.
Walk, walk into,
the Sunny Night.


21 Nov. 2008

Nature

The rush of water flowing,
pouring over cliffs.

The reflection of the sun,
clearer than glass.

The water so pure,
seemingly straight from heaven.

The lush green all around,
trees towering above.

The scent of fresh outdoors,
drifting everywhere.

So alive,
this is my Utopia.


18 Nov. 2008

Why I Love Poetry

The way the words rhyme,
more beautiful than bells' chime.

Each writing a work of art,
reaches down and grabs hold of my heart.

The flow of words so sweet,
makes such a great treat.

How anyone can not treasure,
must have no sense in pleasure.

Oh poetry so divine,
go over the limits, reach past the line.

How do you make me express my emotions so easily?
You steal the words from me with efforts so measly.

You take from me what I hold captive,
secrets held inside, yet exposed I come alive.

You have healed me and opened my eyes,
the truth be told, no more lies!!

Now shine in your glory,
and over you no one will quarry,
that you are AMAZING!!!!



Sept. 2008

...Just a Cross?

A simple cross,
the symbol of our boss.
Just a plain old tree,
is all many see.

But there's so much more,
if you look into the core.
See the nails, feel his pain,
did he die in vain?

No! On that glorious third day,
he was risen, he is the way.
He holds the key,
to eternity.

That simple cross,
the devil's loss.
God's victory, God has won.
We must thank him and have fun.

For this life will pass by,
and then we will all die.
Joining God forever,
so act out now this endeavor.



19 Nov. 2008

What's in My Journal?

Memories. That's all I have.
Those precious moments, fleeting by.
Treasured forever, kept safe in my heart.
Times up at the cabin, before Grandpa got sick.
Times with my friends, birthday parties, movies, anything really.
The day I got my brown belt, my brother at my side.
The mission trip last summer, the best week of my life.
Last night, packing food, saving those kids' lives.
Throughout the years past, and for those to come.
What's in my Journal you ask?
All these and more.



06 Nov. 2008