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