What an odd thing this winter is. As a resident of Southern California (who somehow prefers cold and rain to clear, hot, sunny skies), I’ve been experiencing slight envy of the rest of the country’s cold, snowy winter while it seems that the rest of the country has been experiencing envy of my unusually warm,…
Every so often, something I learn about in class really intrigues me, and I end up writing a poem. One of them was a sonnet about being a Roman soldier, which I’m still pretty proud of and which you can read here. Well, recently in Biology we learned about the immune system and it…
In the midst of craziness and an overload of homework as this semester ends, this truth overshadows every stress and pressure: Complete by Beth Wangler I am Yours, You are mine. Closer than beside, closer than a touch. I close my eyes or look to the sky And I find I’m only complete where You…
Each person’s history is unique, and forms who they are in complex, beautiful ways. We’ve been talking about this in my Multicultural Education class, and one of our assignments is to perform a piece of poetry about where we are from. Here’s mine so far. Please let me know what you think–and where you’re from…
As someone who writes, and whose writings are read by other people, sometimes I face a dilemma. One of the most cliche pieces of advice given to writers is “Write what you know.” From my experience so far, I think this is good advice; when you write what you know, it seems to give your…
Sometimes I work for my dad during the summer, when he needs help painting houses. This past week was one of those times, and it inspired this poem: ______________________________________________________ What stories left these walls marked up? What souls were here before? Time marches on, and I its instrument Cover the relics of history, Trap the…
Here is a new poem: Lord, strip away every distraction, Wipe away the haze. Turn my eyes fully on You To rest with unwavering gaze. Strengthen my faith to know no doubt As I walk with you all of my days. From every tongue in every time May there arise a song of…
Here is a poem inspired at a weekend retreat with some amazing people, where God took time to demolish the places I was looking for strength and to reinstate Himself as my one true source of security: I thought my home was taken Away these past five years, In houses whose owners made me fear…
Come, the gentle swaying trees, The fresh, cool breeze, The foaming seas, The buzzing, busy, happy bees. . Come, the rainbow in the sky, The mountain high, The home-made pie, The song-bird singing as it flies. . Come, the calm, patt’ring showers, The old towers, The fresh flowers, The joyous solitude hours. . Come, the…
A bird lands On a friendly perch To recover from flying Over endless miles, And spreads its wings once more To blithely wander on– But the perch turns out to be Inside a metal cage With a one-way door. Incarcerated. . A new little vine With branches too weak Climbs up a strong tree With…
