Along The Path

Along the path, alone, I have come

Dirt embedded in my feet

The weight upon my back is tiresome

I ache for a resting seat

My once bright eyes have now faded

Young skin turned to leather

A quick mind clouded

A princess turned beggar

For hope lost, is the greatest loss

Takes away all meaning

My once straight path is now a cross

The sun forever setting

And as I sit, alone and forgotten

Dirty feet appear next to mine

“My child, this is my only begotten”

His clear, loving eyes shine

I gaze at his face,

Somehow I know it so well

In His eyes I see my disgrace

What I once was, trapped in this bitter shell

“I’m sorry, Lord, I finally say

My tears washing away the dirt

“Let me take your pain away”

And in his arms I find my comfort

“My child, I was always here,

By your side, holding your hand

In good times and in bad, I was near

Walking with you across the land”

My trials I had thought too difficult

The pain too much to bear

My bitter heart was full of tumult

And in my weakness I cried, “He must not care”

And now here He was

His tender arms around me

Not noticing my dirtiness, my flaws

The side of me only He can see

The pain I suffered

Need not have been

For faithlessness blurred

My vision of Him

Love,
Brittney

A lighter and shrink tubing

I have a mini fridge under my desk. It’s illegal to have a mini fridge under my desk at work – Physical Facilities came out with some official policy and emailed it out. NO PERSONAL FRIDGES. I have one anyways. The thing is, most people bring small fridges. Mine is mini. Like – you don’t even know what it is mini.

Sneaky.

I didn’t buy this fridge. I inherited it. It was under my desk for 6 months when I worked at the Triad – and I didn’t even know it was there. When we moved from there to the ROB, I had to pack everything up. I stumbled across this weird looking thing under my desk – and low and behold! – It was a fridge.

I love it.

Since its illegal – we’ve come up with lots of endearing names for it so we can openly speak about the fridge without tipping anyone off. Like “that thing we can’t mention” or the “extra amenity” or “the Triad closet” - stuff like that.

Anyways, Julie and I find incredible ways to use that fridge all the time. Yoghurts, bags of carrots, water bottles, salads, leftovers... it is divine.

It broke.

It started making these horrible noises every sometimes. Then it started to smell like… burnt rubber and the death of a beloved electronic. I turned it off. It wouldn’t turn back on. DEATH.

Yet, even though I was told to move on and get it out from under my desk, I couldn’t do it. What if I could find someone to fix it? It’s been dead for months.

Sean fixed it today. He took it, and returned a couple hours later with it all fixed and glowing and COLD.

I almost hugged him. Almost.

Later, when walking by, I noticed a yellow sticky on it. Looking further, I found it is a diagram to how they crossed wires to get it to work. Just in case. Just in case?

They also used a red straw to keep the wires from touching. Ingenious and thrifty.

Matt told me to remind him to bring a lighter and shrink tubing to work tomorrow (Matt asks me lots of weird things, so this wasn’t much of a shock).

I asked why (duh).

He proceeded to explain if the ROB burnt down – the straws could have something to do with it. That sounds bad. Really bad. My newly fixed fridge could burn the ROB down, due to Sean’s hotwiring. Whoops.

So the lighter and shrink tubing is to replace the potentially hazardous red straw. I asked what the lighter was for.

You have to heat the shrink wrap in order for it to shrink. Duh.

No heat’em no shrink’em.

I am The Greatest - Kenny Rogers

Little boy

In a baseball hat

Stands in the field

With his ball and bat

Says "I am the greatest

player of them all"

Put his bat on his shoulder

And he tosses up the ball

And the ball goes up

and the ball comes down

swings his bat all the way around

the worlds so still

he can hear the sound

the baseball falls

to the ground

Now the little boy

doesn't say a word

picks up his ball

he is undeterred

says "I am the greatest

there has ever been"

and he grits his teeth

and he tries it again

and the ball goes up

and the ball comes down

swings his bat all the way around

the worlds so still

he can hear the sound

the baseball falls

to the ground

he makes no excuses

he shows no fear

he just closes his eyes

and listens to the cheers

little boy

he adjusts his hat

picks up his ball

stares at his bat

says "I am the greatest

the game is on the line"

and he gives his all

one last time

and the ball goes up

when the moons so bright

swings his bat with all his might

and the worlds so still

as still can be

and the baseball falls

and that’s strike three

Now its suppertime

and his mama calls

little boy starts home

with his bat and ball

says "I am the greatest

that is a fact,

but even I didn't know

I could pitch like that"

Says "I am the greatest

that is understood,

but even I didn't know

I could pitch that good."

I…

I am… complicatedly simple
I buy… more than I should!
I can't… straighten my pinkies
I can… play the violin
I crave… comfort
I dance… when no one is looking
I desire… to move to Europe
I dream… way too often. I live in a whole other world sometimes
I fear… everything
I feel… like running
I go… to work every day
I hate… waking up exhausted
I hope… I win!
I laugh… all the time
I listen… to songs I love over and over and over…
I live… in the past. But physically in the Cave
I love… sports and reading in the sunshine, sleeping under the stars and moon
I miss… Bobbie
I play… every chance I get
I pray… 24/7
I read… anything and everything.
I see… everything in bright colors
I seek… perfection
I sing… all the time
I sleep… too little
I smell… rain
I smile… big
I swim… like a fish
I touch… the keys on my computer all day long
I try… to change
I want… to go back to when life was simpler
I will… work hard
I wish… I had a fairy God mother
I won't… stop
I work… for the Church!!
I write… a lot

Love,
Brittney

High School Art

Love,

Brittney