drum roll

drum roll please

this is the morning of the battle

this is the morning of bloodshed and courage and grit

this is the morning of glory and heartache and victory in our eyes

this is the day we cannot quit

 

drum roll please

this is the morning we must press on

this is the morning we will be either destruction or beauty:

this is the morning we will choose to be either beautiful or destroyed.

this is the day we must continue through the pain and disorienting fog

because this is the morning that tests our souls

this is the day we will see God

 

Check out this creative-nonfiction photo-journal post of mine. It’s about a girl and a thousand books:)

in case of books

Saturday afternoon. No one’s here.

Only a girl and a thousand books.

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No one is here…no one sees her as she runs through the book-lined cases.

No one observes the laughter.

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No one sees her peering through the shelves

like a small child

peering into a secret world

peering into fantasy.

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No one comes down the steps into the basement.

No one comes down the steps into the thick yet subtle

waters of old-bound hardbacks, fresh new paperbacks.

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In the place without sound

No one but the girl hears the words shout.

 

No one but the girl walks through and touches the empty spaces.

Not all of her finds them beautiful

Not all of her finds them tragic.

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Saturday afternoon.

A girl peers through the book-lined cases

Surrounded by laughter, shouting words, fantasy,

Surrounded by waters of old-bound hardbacks, fresh new paperbacks,

Surrounded by the empty spaces – beautiful…

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