Grace does her math homework after gaining new motivation. Milo looks on.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Friday, April 19, 2013
Thursday, April 18, 2013
My little green friend
I found you in the crack of the floor, when you were far from home.
My little green friend, spring is here.
I'll let you go so that you may do your work in the garden.
Monday, April 15, 2013
What about the moon? - By Grace Phenicie
What about the moon?
With her lunar beams
That contrast against the deep night
Even though she is subtle,
The pale moon is more brilliant than the sun
Whose brightness is so vivid,
And blasts itself into the sky
So that everyone can see its a radiance
The luminous crescent is more intruiguing
But she is carefully hidden
And can only be seen if one takes the time
She is mysterious, and gentle
Seen only in glimpses
Unlike the blazing sun
That's whole sol is put out in the open
The moon may seem lonely,
without all the attention
But her existence is fulfilling
For her starry family stays true
And she enjoys standing out
Instead of blending in
By Grace Phenicie
With her lunar beams
That contrast against the deep night
Even though she is subtle,
The pale moon is more brilliant than the sun
Whose brightness is so vivid,
And blasts itself into the sky
So that everyone can see its a radiance
The luminous crescent is more intruiguing
But she is carefully hidden
And can only be seen if one takes the time
She is mysterious, and gentle
Seen only in glimpses
Unlike the blazing sun
That's whole sol is put out in the open
The moon may seem lonely,
without all the attention
But her existence is fulfilling
For her starry family stays true
And she enjoys standing out
Instead of blending in
By Grace Phenicie
Friday, April 5, 2013
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Friday, January 11, 2013
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Grace and Fortitude
I'm painted in a corner.
Doors around me are closing: ones which I fought stringently to keep open.
Some click shut because the burden is too heavy, with others I can still see a crack of light.
A tradeoff of time and resource. I'm prepared to cut losses and run for the nearest opportunity.
Suddenly I hear a song of grace encouraging me to push through the mess.
I wipe blood and sweat and tears off of my brow, and begin to stand up.
I will always stand up.
Doors around me are closing: ones which I fought stringently to keep open.
Some click shut because the burden is too heavy, with others I can still see a crack of light.
A tradeoff of time and resource. I'm prepared to cut losses and run for the nearest opportunity.
Suddenly I hear a song of grace encouraging me to push through the mess.
I wipe blood and sweat and tears off of my brow, and begin to stand up.
I will always stand up.
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