…climbing toward God
And the really frightening moments
Are not when galactic distances
Divide us
But when we seem
On the very verge
Of that impossible threshold
When we find ourselves
Just one rung beneath
Fearing failure, not judgement–
Our inability to do what we can
And therefore should
The desperate exhaustion of it
All
Closer and closer to the point of
Collapse.
“Child, where are you going?”
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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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