dusk

Dark skin radiating, sweet and pungent
the voice of a mellow sax
alone among the first blue stars.

He moves to the somber sound;
a slow dance, a lumbering gait;
his long lashes catching moisture

of his own tears, mixing with the
sky's as mist rolls against the
stars and nebulae;

rolling, swaying
to the ancient rumble of thunder
in his chest,

running down powerful arms,
taste of bronze night,
mighty as thunder, crying.

Motly thoughts

I believe this is what I do when I am thoroughly sick of schoolwork. Blog.

So in lieu of sharing something powerful or passionate or inspiring I'm giving y'all a list.

1. In case you were wondering, the contraction "ain't" is perfectly useful for saying "have not," "will not," and three other contractions. Unfortunately overly bossy grammarians have denied it a place in formal writing. Ain't ain't a word is actually a lie: "Ain't" IS a word.

2. Shakespeare was overly interested in ambiguity and double meanings, along with syphilis and every kind of bawdy humor...somehow this has earned him unending fame.

3. In Spanish, the pronouns for direct and indirect objects come before the verb.

4. I am the only one who has enough of nothing to lose to get into a relationship on facebook just for April Fools Day.

5. I am no longer enrolled in summer classes.

6. Becca is going to be in Kentucky soon.

7. I love looking at the stars/heavens because this is the only physical representation of God's infinite nature I can begin to comprehend.

8. I miss my dead golden retriever, Sandy.

9. I am going to plant Chamomile early this spring, so maybe it will actually have time to bloom...TEA!!!

10. My brother is the best boy I've ever met.

I hope you enjoyed this snapshot of my mind tonight. On to more plodding forward. School ends in three weeks. FREEDOM!!!

It is for freedom that Christ has set us free; stand firm, therefore, and do not submit again to a yolk of slavery. ~Gal 5:1

this could be your little sister, daughter, neice, or friend

IJM - Reality of Human Trafficking from International Justice Mission on Vimeo.

Human Wrong

This is a Human Wrong.

http://www.humanwrong.org/

Silver leaves

Silver leaves, those feathers from the sky as
falling stars flutter gently to our feet.

Crinkles wrinkle my nose with delight when
cold clean breath touches bark, toe.

Forest scent and prairie night, foxes
red, foxes grey. A whisper to the crescent
moon, a cry,

a secret for the day. A mouse
wiggles in the grass; the feathers move.

We feel it soft beneath our feet begin and
our skin is crawling with the first light when

our hair stands on end, and tight our
hands--the wonder-- as if each ray

spoke answers to our pain and the
cold, cold grasp of thorns all up our clothes

into our skin could not hold back the
deep, deep red of some tropical fish.

Three Words.

Go To Urbana. If you ever get the opportunity to attend an Urbana InterVarsity missions conference and are ready for major transformation, I assure you, it will be worth every penny and more you may spend getting there.

The way my King turned Lover encountered me at Urbana '09 missions conference changed my life forever. Jesus, I didn't know. Let me learn you more...keep blowing my preconcieved notions out of the water with the real YOU! Keep showing me the places I'm accepting a counterfeit image of you for the real live man you are. I want to know you for real. I'm amazed that you want to know me too. I'm amazed that you want to be with me.

Ay go ga ni ba gumo--Yesu ma konda cimundi. (you can see some of my friends in this video, as well as the countryside and faces of the people)