Mirror, mirror

The American model has tiny feet
Long legs
Sculpted calves

The American model looks stunning
Eats little
Weighs nothing

The American model is photoshopped
Made up
Breathtaking

Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Am I beautiful at all?

hold my hand - an almost drabble of 105 words

Our fingers slide over each other, lacing together intricately - two hands clasped in perfect compatibility, down to the way even his fingertips brush between my knuckles.
His palm is rough and leathery, his fingers broader than mine. When the muscles contract in a loving squeeze, I'm aware of how delicate my hand is, and how much I trust him to cradle it.
His thumb traces the contours of my wrist. I shiver.
We do not move. We do not speak. We barely breathe. And yet, between us, there is something beyond words, a bond expressed in hands and found in hearts.
This is love.

meteor shower

I am not my own
For I have been made new
Please don't let me go
I desperately need You
- - Owl City
http://www.owlcitymusic.com/

this isn't literary, either...

...but it's been a long week. So.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=txqiwrbYGrs

and then the remix is EVEN FUNNIER.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N618fLxQP6w

"Is this real life?"

history test

dear Jesus
you are the author of history
the controller of the universe
you know the difference between
Henry of Navarre
and
William the Silent
and the
Concordat of Bologna
and the
Edict of Nantes
(I can't remember what any of those are)

please help me to remember
what I need to learn
so I will
know
more
about the world
you have created
and
glorify you
in knowing
all
I
know

i like running

feet on pavement
pounding
muscles weighed-down
aching
temples pulsing
throbbing
empty stomach
churning
calves are slowly
tearing
rib cage grating
throbbing
little voice; it's
screaming...

stop.

walk.

aahhh...

here is life - a sequel

child, I am with you
in your despair
though you cannot see Me
I'm always there
I'm reaching down to lift you
from where you fell
My arms already hold you
keep you safe and well
I'm speaking, I am calling
- you just won't hear
no matter where you stray, love,
I promise to be near
darling, turn from sinning
and run to Me
no hole or wall can hinder
My love for thee