The Red Sanctuary

As I walked into the ancient red sanctuary, a hushed feeling surrounded me, and I instantly fell silent.  The barn smelled of old age along with the smell of freshly cut hay that was golden brown, piled in heaps in the stalls.  Brightly colored sparros sat perched upon the dusty rafters, singing their morning song.  I walked over to the speckled horse in the stall and started petting its soft, velvety fur.  Te old dusty rafters led to a highly peaked ceiling that seemed to engulf everything beneath in its watchful, safe eyes.  As time drew upon me, I realized it was time to go to school.  Hurrying to the door, I stopped and took one last look, and found myself equipped with a feeling of peace.

Today

Today is....
     the worst
     crazy
     the hardest day
     filled to the top with labs and exams
     hurtful
     cranky
     gross
     icky
     horrible
     the crest before the fall

Yesterday was...
     better
     filled wtih expectations
     anxiety
     worry
     energetic
     wasteful, but not
     relaxing compared to
     Monday

Tomorrow will be...
     the end
     last test
     easy after that
     a sigh of relief
     a fresh breath of relaxation
     joyful
     happy
     exuberent
     clean
     grand

The Ultimate Experience

As the breeze rustles the leaves of the giant oak tree, a cascade of rain pelts the surface of the earth.  It's as if the tree is shaking itself fry like a dog after a bath.  The low rumbling of the clouds in the distance resonates through the air like an invisible wave.  This triggers the launch of the pent up lightening storm, waiting to unleash its fury across the open sky.  Suddenly there's a rapid display of brilliant white, blue, red, and violet running through the atmosphere, and then comes the rain:  the torrents of rain come ripping through the heavens, drenching everything.  By now the breeze has turned into a raging wind, ready to sweep up everything in its path.  The smell of rainwater clings to the grass, to the soil, to my clothes, and in my hair.  My skin is damp and sticky from the humidity.  For a splitting second, the only thing I can hear s the storm.  The only thing I can feel is the danger, the energy, the adrenaline.  With eyes closed, I can feel the power of the storm coursing through my entire body, from head to foot.  The air is crackling with the vigor of the lightening; the ground seems to be shuddering from the thrill of the storm.  Crack!  A bolt of lightening collides with a tree, causing it to explode, sending bits of bark flying through the air.  And then as suddenly as it began, the storm end, leaving a path of destruction in its place.  Branches are strewn everywhere.  Leaves litter the grass, the road, and the cars.  The wind diminishes into a gently breeze, bringing with it the smell of burnt wood from the tree that was hit by lightening.

Candle Wax

Melt it down

Make it your own

Myriads of shapes

Multitudes of colors

Adding dyes

Adding scents

Always ready to conform

Your wish is its command

Silently waiting for you

Never complaining

Content to wait

Warm and smooth

Cold and rough

Weak

Strong

Complete

Unfinished

Bringing to life the pictures of my mind

Forming by the energy of my fingers

Mistakes never existing

A reflection of me

Who Am I?

I am,

A student,

Creative,

Joyful,

Angry,

An ever chaning creation of God, An observer, An architect,

Lazy, Hardworking, A best friend, A sister, A daughter,

A scientist,

Free,

A dreamer,

Trapped,

Crazy,

Shy,

Beautiful,

Sinful,

Forgiven,

I am a child of God.

The Storm

Hear the thunder rolling,
Feel the awesome power,
Taste the rain that's falling,
Praise God, creator of this splendid shower.

See the trees dancing in the wind,

Watch birds flee to their nests,

Witness lightening from the clouds descend,

Glimpse a cat woken from his afternoon rest.

Hear a mother calling her son,

Listen to the bull frogs uttering their sound,

Heed to the children's splashes in the puddles, having fun,

Hear the patter of the rain coming down.

Feel the air as it crackles,

Sense God in all that surrounds me,

Stroke a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, from its shackles,

Experience all of nature as it turns crazy.

Taste the cool, flowing breeze,

Savor the flavor of the water as it hits my tongue,

Drink in the smell of wet leaves,

Relish in the feeling that this storm has only just begun.

Smell the churning earth,

Inhale the aromas of Mother Nature,

Breathe in the scent of a fire in a neighbor's hearth,

Smell the fear running through God's furry creatures.

Hear the thunder rolling,

Feel the awesome power,

Taste the rain that's falling,

Praise God, creator of this splendid shower.