S.H.I.N.E.--sign-language and drama ministry at the Baptist Collegiate Ministry
****the country she served in, I can't say, sorry
Prelude
Symphony of My Heart, written in my soul,
Play throughout my life in unending movements.
I pray it plays and echoes all around you,
Filling your feelings with the sounds of my love.
May the soft strings stir your soul with sweetness,
Let the lively horns, with love, ring loud and clear
With the winds in which I wish to show my love.
Play, Symphony of My Heart, labor of my soul
So only sounds of sweetness you will know.
Movement #1
College was not what I expected
But was what I wanted:
Worship was what I needed.
The friendships that followed
Me through my freshman year
Were fortresses of accountability.
My relationship with Him grew,
It was a song of salvation,
It was the sweetness of my soul.
Among my friends was Brandi
A girl like I had never met before:
She SHINEd on Monday nights,
Signing songs of highest praise.
She sought His highest glory,
And every time I saw her, she shone.
Movement #2
Where is Jordan anyway?
O, so not Jordan, where now?
Arabic? Don’t they read from right to left?
Will people in **** accept you?
A month it has been since she’s last written
So I wonder where she is.
My mind dwells on her, my mind sees her:
I’m up past midnight because I can’t sleep.
Is this depression?
If not, am I just sad?
Madness? Is there any help out there?
Do people even notice?
I cry, not knowing when it will stop,
Maybe next year when she comes back.
Falling apart from the inside out,
Falling apart and no one notices.
She would have noticed,
But it’s been a year since we talked.
No, she would not have noticed,
Because it wouldn’t be happening if she were here.
I want to hold her and rock her to sleep.
I want to feel her hand in mine.
I want to bring her a rose at work,
Because every time I see her, she shines.
This is a poem in progress to Brandi Scott.