Disha
Munan
Ryan
Tam
Aadarsh
Betsy
Wonderful Things From God
The music I sing to Him is the only melody on my lips
The love I give to others is the love He gives to me
The hope in my heart
The faith in my soul
The love I will always have for Him
These are wonderful things.
Having faith the size of a mustard seed is able to move mountains
Having God’s love as deep as the ocean is what He gives to me
These are wonderful things.
God holds me in His arms and tells me I am His His alone am I
I am a daughter of the King
These are all wonderful things from God.
Alysia
Emma
“along the midnight edge by those milk-white combs careering” —Walt Whitman kicking up shore— torrents of sand with my feet— as mites might burrow by softwood, or beetle to budding leaf, in this dream I am lost in a marshland, its rivulets and divots a psychotropic landscape drained of gore and restored with water, grass that whirls in the wind—
us already lost at sea and only ankle-deep, lighthouse edifices unfinished.
that is to say, look at the sky and its face in the ocean.
in someone else’s dream, they could be the drowning coastline, billowing on their feet.
seafarer
Dreamt
Sophie ZhangI fought my way to a broken bridge
High above the blue sea
A long line of people there was
To wait on no decree
I waited and spoke and smiled
I stood and wondered and whiled
Not until I passed the bridge
My feet upon the wooden planks
Did I see you fall
When the stone collapsed upon the banks
There was nothing there at all
“every slice of life is intrigue to capture. every good subject is worth a picture.”
