here's to you, haiku

Sitting there in line.
Touch them and they sing sweet song.
Two sets, all beauty.

here's to you, apu.

The first semester of my sophomore year, done. People out of college always look at me with big eyes and tell me "Don't let your time at college go to waste because it will be gone before you know it." And of course I always nod my head and say "Yeah I know, thanks." But I don't mean it. This semester I absolutely know what their talking about. This semester went by faster than I ever could of imagined. And although it did end before I could blink, I had amazing moments throughout the semester. Moments that were shared with good friends. Laughing. Dancing. Talking. Getting to know one another, with care and joy. Moments in San Francisco. Building a team and a family. Moments cooking. Biking. Homeworking. Moments underneath blankets on a crowded couch on the grass. Moments crying. And worrying. Hiking. Drinking tea. Playing soccer. And music. Times with freshman. And coffee. Times in the library. Moments talking in a tree. Moments laying on blankets in the sun. Moments napping. And massaging. And dying hair. And laughing. And laughing. And talking. And laughing.

I could fill many volumes of books if I continued that list. This semester made me thankful. Thankful for my family that supports me in indescribable ways at home. And thankful for my families at Azusa. I am grateful that I have people that surround me with love and friends that continue to genuinely care about me, everyday. God has completely blessed me.

here's to you, innocence mission.

And you live your life with your arms stretched out.
Eye to eye when speaking.
Enter rooms with great joy shouts,
happy to be meeting.

And bright,
bright,
bright as yellow,
warm as yellow.

And I do not want to be a rose.
I do not wish to be pale pink,
but flower scarlet, flower gold.
And have no thorns to distance me,

but be bright,
bright,
bright as yellow,
warm as yellow.

Even if I'm shouting, even if I'm shouting here
inside.
Even if I'm shouting, do you see that I'm wanting,
that I want to be so
bright,
bright,
bright as yellow,
warm as yellow.
-The Innocence Mission


So here's to not living life pale pink, but as bright and vibrant as yellow.