Day 4 of Escapril Prompt: “Ghost” What do you do with that television static in your bones? That familiar image of refused cohesion and accepted reality? He’s able to enter every space. Do not disregard the grays and transience. We weren’t meant to surpass our Very real frailty But we were also made for more…
The Holy Noise
Day 3 of Escapril Prompt: “empty, except for…” It began with a glimpse, A peek forward, A sore foot in the dirt that wasn’t prepared To dance. It was made to be danced on. It was made for our aches to Be a party, A collective forward Into battle together. We made up a bride…
The Intersection Wobbles
Day 2 of Escapril (writing a poem every day for the month of April) Prompt: “The exact middle” Right at the intersection Of things coming to light, And things being snuffed out, What’s tangible enters my hand. Then I’m weeping. I’m clinging to the wood As if I’ve finally been invited: “Sit here. Put it…
Ego
Day 1 of Escapril (writing a poem for every day of April, as part of National Poetry Month). Prompt: Ego Its death must come first. Before all else, as that is how it prefers– it must go first. To make space to give for once. It crowds, though singular; Like infection. It becomes legion if…
Puzzlage: A Community Art Project
PT. 1 “Puzzlage” was a community art project I organized as part of a class this semester and was borne out of a desire to find something collaborative to do while still at a distance. The premise is simple: I asked friends to create and send me a picture of a collage they made over…
Thing by Thing, Day by Day
Life is beginning to feel both monotonous and frustratingly chaotic. The chaos itself is monotonous (but I probably didn’t need to tell you that). My Mom’s constant advice rings in my head: “Take one a day at a time.” It’s true and helpful–I’m not meant to worry over tomorrow’s or yesterday’s sorrows. I’m meant…
A Word for the Mark-Makers
סַבְלָנוּת – Hebrew for “patience” or “longsuffering” (pronounced: sav-lah-NOOT) Already stressed after working on a very taxing charcoal assignment, cramped in my Dad’s office-turned makeshift studio, I told my professor during my critique session that I hadn’t completed our last time-consuming drawing assignment. I intended to use my last homework skip and move on…
The Double-Edged Sword
This morning, I was studying Exodus 34, since I’m working my way through the book again. I journaled about verses 6-7 in particular, dwelling on the name of the LORD. When it says lord in all-caps in our Bibles, it’s actually the name that God gives Moses at the burning bush, “I AM,” or…
God of Our Pandemic Panic
Last week, I attended a Colony House concert, amidst the beginnings of the pandemic pandemonium. While at the concert, I learned the band had officially cancelled the rest of the tour until further notice due to the virus. Things felt eerie and weird, being there, knowing everything going on in the world. Lead singer Caleb…
The Noblewoman in Mourning
This post is based on an essay reflection I did for Art History I. The assignment was to sit for 20 minutes with a painting at the museum and write a theological reflection about the experience. Because of the word count limit, I wanted a chance to expand upon what I’d written. When I…
The One About Blankie
About a month ago, I announced I would be attending Wheaton College in the Fall, and God has confirmed the calling there in a number of ways. One of the ways was through writing a certain application essay. I was still deciding on schools at the time, and this essay for some reason gave me…
The Night-Watches
This one’s for the night-watchers. The ones who can’t sleep because their bodies refuse to calm down. The ones who can’t sleep because their life refuses to calm down. The ones who can’t sleep because someone else can’t calm down. The ones who won’t because they feel the responsibility and weight of the above reasons….
A Million and One Thoughts 