Admiring Grace

My English class has this reoccurring assignment; its purpose is to force us to learn new words. In all honesty, I couldn’t tell you any of the words I’ve used before this past week. I was asking friends for some difficult/strange words I could use; mostly because I was too lazy to actually go look for them myself. One friend gave some great words I’d never heard of before and will probably never use. The other friend, however, threw out words I’ve known since I was small – tyranny, justice, love. At first I laughed because I thought he was being funny, no way those are difficult words. Than it slapped me across the face like a trout (that’s for you Kellie!) – I use those words a lot, okay, maybe not tyranny, but I throw them around and I don’t really know how to define them. Even when I think I have a plausible definition, it seems to change in the blink of an eye; no decent definition is that pliable. Or is it? I’m afraid that our current culture avoids defining everything, especia

Standing in a clearing,      Dreaming of a day when you see me. Twirling in cream - a white-patterned dress,      Arms raised high; an unsung song plays through my mind. I see you watch from a distance,      My smile is meant to welcome, but must instead scare you away. Legions seem to approach me,      You look a bit nervous, yet planted in place. Love, I’m still dreaming and twirling away,      But I can’t, I can’t wait forever. ‘Here I am’ each movement seems to say,      And still you don’t see me… Early I rise to begin,      Sometimes the start is tired and slow. Remember and smile      As faster I twirl: ‘round and around and around. Edge just a bit closer, my clearing is near,      It’s just me, I’m alone, and yes – I’m still dreaming.