Blockout #3 ...Genes

The era of the genome,
powerful
for healthy people.
Skeptics attempt debate
despite studies, dollars-
The unexpected
affects
a few.

blockout #2

I think I might be obsessed with this new way of creating poetry. I did another one after my first and I really like this one too!

The first homily was everything
From politics to prayer,
A church focused on
Contemporary experience.
Parishoners light up-
A disarming relationship-
A weekly television program-
Maybe jokes, a bit of catechism-
But smiles,
Expressive and enthusiatic,
Demonstrate a list of ills,
"Treasure" in accessible and friendly terms-
Faith escaping fact.

blockout poem

I made my first block out poem with group staff and I liked my results. The original article was about the fear of a swine flu pandemic. Here it is:

Predicting is a dicey endeavor-
A threat,
A side effect-
The unexpected development
Of books, articles, and
Discussions.
Panic- that virus-
Emerged,
And on the side of caution,
Experts retired,
Circumspect in their answers.
But medications
Can infect,
Standard sanitizers
In the outbreak of
Reassurances.

communion

Taste my richness,
Let me satiate your soul.
Take my blood for your thirst
And my flesh for your food.
Consume my brokenness-
My perfect weakness-
And never want again.
For I am Sustenance
That does not flag,
I am Life that cannot die,
And I am Rest.

Night

Night unfolds her velvet gown
And reaches out to touch the hem
Of Day’s retreating form.
Softly, Softly,
She steals away the light,
And folds up Morning’s gown
In chests of deepest blue,
To wait until Darkness,
Has carried out her silent parade-
Then Light once more her golden skirts will shake,
And dance her way across an azure sky.

Envelopes continued...

I didn't get into SPU's program. Well, I was waitlisted, so my odds of getting in are pretty small. But it doesn't really matter, because when I saw that tiny little envelope, I realized I didn't lose anything that couldn't be found elsewhere. I don't know what I was so scared about. I'm a different person today than I was last year, not because I am better, but because Jesus Christ has met me where I am time and again. From these experiences I have been blessed with faith and hope and peace. Besides, now I'm so used to waiting that realizing I have another couple months of uncertaintity doesn't feel that bad. In fact, it feels kind of good to know that nothing has really changed. Does it hurt at all? The answer is an emphatic YES, but I know now that despite the hurt, God is working something good in my life, and he will see it to perfection. So as I sit here trying to process everything through, I am more than convinced that this tiny envelope was a very good gift from above.

An Envelope

Its time for me to finally know something about my future. I'm thrilled and terrified and so glad that I can live in blissful ignorance for another three days. I know I am different person than I was last year at this time, but I'm still afraid that everything I've learned, that who I've become will somehow change when I see whether or not I have a large envelope or a small one. I don't even have to open it if its small...I'll just know.
There's another part of me that doesn't care whether or not I stay at SPU next year;in some ways I feel ready to move on. THis year has been so good for me in so many ways, that to move on now would feel right, but to stay? What will happen if I stay?
So in three days I'll open up my envelope and a little bit of my future will unfold itself from the pages, and I'll finally know something. But what will it be? Whatever it is, it will be good.