The Library will be closed May 28-29 for Memorial Day.
The parking lot felt stagnant as Jude walked across empty yellow lines. The air was weighted with the cold, heavy enough that it almost seemed like the cloud of her breath dispersed down rather than up. The lights flickered above her head with a steady, fly-like buzz.
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.
He carries his equipment
He carries his uniform
He carries his ammunition
And his weapons
But he carries much more
He carries his heart
Though most importantly
He carries his bandana with Psalm 91 printed on it
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 . . .
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
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--
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
Here Is The Son
that shines through
a coming storm,
a storm in
When you feel
the Son rises
to show you
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.