Date: 9-26-2003
Dodging arrows, a sparrow travels down a narrow path of life
flying with broken wings. Numb and dumb, she is a free stallion
running in an attempt to purify her mind. Pure, she is very sure
that she will endure heartache in her life. The beautiful colors of
Autumn will fade away and she will still be solemn depending on
Jesus to heal her bruised face. Jesus gives her a coat and she builds
him a boat. Arriving on a nightmare and praying for a miracle to occur,
her screams are so loud that glass cups break and mirrors crack. Her
screams reach heaven in search of relief from grief and a belief in God's
existence. Saint Joan's precious blood splatters all over my history text book
and my hands. Talking to God, isn't it spectacular? yes, it is her gift for life
and as well as mine. Angels follow me everywhere I go even through the
hallways of Arcadia Highschool. I might become the next Joan of Arc,
Heaven only knows.