We perceive strength in one another
and greedily grasp
at eroding rock,
clinging for stability
to shifting plates and shadows.
We take chisel to one another, and commend solidity.
Harsh strength amidst hardship.
The tremors work their way–
inside to out.
We see only the disruptive aftershocks played across the surface of the visage,
or none at all.
We run from
landslides
we have caused.
We comfort those running from the
Landslides they have caused.
But the Mover of the Mountains
Weeps for Lazarus and landslides, too.
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Hi, there! My name is Stephanie and I’m a Fresno, CA native. After studying at Biola University, I received my MLIS (Masters in Library Science) from San Jose State University. I live with my mom, poet Kimberly Vargas Agnese, and serve as her unofficial agent. We reside at MeadowArc, a food forest in its infancy.
I am called to, and passionate about, purity. In fact, the name Agnes means “pure.” Before I was born, my mom felt led to include the name Agnes in her name, and in the names of her children. My full, hyphenated name includes 26 letters (but not the whole alphabet).
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Wow!!… awesome metaphor on a couple levels!…:)
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Reblogged this on Buckets on a Barefoot Beach and commented:
powerful…would love for you all to check out my baby girl’s poetry:)
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I checked it out… And I’m a follower! Thanks to both of you. 🙂
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Yay Steve:)
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Was asked to check your blog out. I did, and followed. Thanks Kae Buthcher 🌞. Sun in new blog to reads. Thanks for being here for my reading pleasure!
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