Madeleine McIlheran

I saw her hair first. Long, silver, hanging in waves put into motion by God. I couldn’t have guessed what her face should look like, but when I saw it looking back over her shoulder, that smile and pointed nose seemed more natural than a sunrise in the morning. The crinkles next to her eyes had an effect opposite opposite of Time’s intention when that patient devil began slowly creating them.  Instead of suggesting her years, they attributed to giving her profile a look of childish mischief- a spark that is stomped out by adult fears (being responsible we call it) by the time most of us can no longer be called children.  Those wrinkles, those crinkles shad owed and hid her years, with the help of the light in her eye reflected, by the shining silver waves that adorned her face and hung down her back like the cape of a queen.

Have you ever noticed How most everyone now Calls that which is b eyond their comprehension  Odd- Yet we wonder why our lives seem to be surrounded by peculiarity.  "It  doesn't take a genius  to see that the  world has problems ."  "No, but it takes a  room full of morons  to think they're small enough for you to handle." - Watchmen  So much is beyond our comprehension,  Yet we seem satisfied with the 1% we have- When we don't even know if that one percent is truly out of a hundred. Or one thousand. Or one million. 

"Therefore, preparing your minds for action, and being sober-minded, set your hope fully on the grace that will be brought to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ." ~ 1 Peter 1:13

"When you become a teenager, you step onto a bridge. You may already be on it. The opposite shore is adulthood. Childhood lies behind. The bridge is made of wood. As you cross, it burns behind you. "If you save what you write, you still won't be able to cross back to childhood. But you'll be able to see yourself in that lost country. You'll be able to wave to yourself across that wide river. "Whether or not you continue to write, you will be glad to have the souvenirs of your earlier self." ~ Gail Carson Levine