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The Heaven We’ve Been Slouching Toward Is Not the Heaven

By Haley Renee Born

I feel that if I move from this spot I will die. But I take a step forward and don’t.

Forgive me father for I have sinned.


What He Carries

By Kristen Zuchowski

He carries his equipment
He carries his uniform
He carries his ammunition
And his weapons
But he carries much more
He carries his heart
His memories
Though most importantly
He carries his bandana with Psalm 91 printed on it


Luck of the Draw

By Zoë Christianson

Stand up if you have a religion
Keep standing if your parents gave it you
Keep standing if you would never consider another
Because you were born and raised this way


Loves Death

By Kim Nash

I look at your face,
the flowers in the vase,
I never wanted to be in this place,
As I pace the floor,
Searching for the door,
I realize I miss you more,
So I kneel at the cross,
And pray for my loss,
Wondering why you paid the cost . . .


You Opened My Eyes

By Hannah E. Jenkins

I was blind and you opened my eyes.
I was blind to deceivers, and you showed
me them. I was blind to true love, and you showed
me it. I was blind to forgiveness and you did it for me.
I was blind to the truth, and you revealed it all. I was blind


Behind a stone cold shell

By Dusti Lewis

Get behind the eight ball she said, which I had yet to understand. She said
it meant to look ahead to the future. I sat
there contemplating this saying for a while, and as I fell into
a deep slumber my thoughts ran free. Thinking of our future--


Rain of Mortality

By Zoë Christianson

 I killed a tree writing notes last night,
 but the question ravaging my mind
 does not relate to the fine points of progressivism.
 Even I, as little as I live, am too distracted to get this right.
 I take a seat on the steps of my porch


Impurity

By Amanda Schoep

My head hits the pillow
It sinks in
I turn to the left
Then the right
Then back to facing the
ceiling
I close my eyes
Bad things creep around in
my mind
They pop open
I stare at that chair
I glance at my desk


Here is the Son

By Haley Claxton

Here Is The Son
that shines through
the
cold
dark
clouds
that herald
a coming storm,
a storm in
the heart
the mind
the soul.
When you feel
alone
forgotten,
the Son rises
to show you
the


Do I?

By Eric Gunnarson

Do I dare disturb the universe?
Indulge in the quizzical whims of questioning?
Sit on the throne of knowledge,
partake in the feast of Newton’s apple?
To eat the forbidden fruit,
and cast myself out of the paradise of ignorance,


Hero of My Life

By Katherine Chin

Uncle Felix grew up in a small town called Shinzhu, located on the north side of Taiwan. His family was not able to afford extra clothing or toys or even to pay for his education. Uncle Felix learned to take what life gave him, and to always look on the bright side of things.