~Practice guitar at least 3 hours a week. ~Read the Old Testament's prophets that I tend to skip over.
~Watch 10 classic movies that I've never seen before.
~Drive enough to feel comfortable behind the wheel.
~Write my roommate a letter every week.
~Pray a lot about the future.
~Have at least 10 good phone chats.
~Take 20 creative photographs.
~Find out as much as possible about Focus's book department.
~Read 5 plays.
~Brush up on my French skills. I'm going to need them!
~Make money!
~Figure out goals for my senior year.
~Write on this blog as much as possible.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
The Pilgrim's Journey

(Thanks to Brad and Katie for the picture)
Carry your chains
Go on, my friend
Up the mountain
Of hardship and pain
Trek on, my friend
Through the dead valleys
The forests and the rain
I know the burden’s heavy
And the road will not be straight
But continue up the mountain
And I’m sure you’ll find your way
Carry your chains
Walk on, my friend
To the city
Of promise and gold
Press on, my friend
For longer still
Doing as you’re told
I know the world will argue
And at times you will grow faint
But continue to the city
And I’ll meet you at the gate
Go on, my friend
Up the mountain
Of hardship and pain
Trek on, my friend
Through the dead valleys
The forests and the rain
I know the burden’s heavy
And the road will not be straight
But continue up the mountain
And I’m sure you’ll find your way
Carry your chains
Walk on, my friend
To the city
Of promise and gold
Press on, my friend
For longer still
Doing as you’re told
I know the world will argue
And at times you will grow faint
But continue to the city
And I’ll meet you at the gate
Thursday, April 2, 2009
One Final Visit
Here am I
At the alter of past memories
Ready to confess.
I once worshipped
Faded melodies of distant ghosts;
Grasped sunny days of long ago,
Crumpled photographs,
Echoed words;
And fought to keep
Above the tow of shifting shadows
Yet, I refuse to continue
Chasing an unreal heaven
Gone from view
Thus a match I strike
To light my old obsession
Burning pages of my prayers
Before I walk away
At the alter of past memories
Ready to confess.
I once worshipped
Faded melodies of distant ghosts;
Grasped sunny days of long ago,
Crumpled photographs,
Echoed words;
And fought to keep
Above the tow of shifting shadows
Yet, I refuse to continue
Chasing an unreal heaven
Gone from view
Thus a match I strike
To light my old obsession
Burning pages of my prayers
Before I walk away
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