I haven't had time to write since my summer program is going to be up and running in two weeks. So I thought I'd put some of my poetry on here. I have a collections of bits and pieces of lines that will someday make some great songs or an epic poem. I wrote this on a plane coming home from Washington DC in October. It was a work trip. My life in Philadelphia, when I lived there five years ago, came back fresh through the smells and sights of the eastern shore, and I was healing from fresh wounds and growing up.

Dissipating Mountains
Behind the Monument
Only there for an evening
Stopping by as the Sun Set
This city pulls me back
to the time when I was
older in my younger days

Just stepped off the plane
wide-eyed and flat-footed
The blob of clay I was trying
to mold into some
Thing

The coffee shop was a different name
but the crescent moon and
crayon sun are the same

Streets lined with broken brick
Shadows casting on the close houses
with the same trick
Doors to invite you in
and iron gates to lock you out

When I was Older in my Younger days

By Anna Resele (Copyright 2004)

I am in a time again where I feel Older in my Younger days. Miles Stanish wrote a short book called the Green Letters and talks about God's sense of time. Do you want to be a squash or an oak tree? If an oak tree, sit back and relax because that takes time. And it comes in spurts. The green shoots spring up over night, and then it seems like there is no growth at all. But the solidifying and strengthening goes on. My mind has been much clearer lately, and I have been praying for many of you. For you to find love or have love find you. For you to know you don't need love to be complete. For you to discover what brings you the most joy. And for you to be content in all circumstances. For you to find a friend. And I pray for the faith to pray for things I have given up on.