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Her Camera
The curve of her lens,
Is perfectly shaped,
To shield her from the world.
She can see images
Travel down her optic nerve.
Imprinted into her head, they remain,
A safe distance from her heart.
Landscapes and stories come to her,
In two dimensions with color and sound.
Until she saw the boys face-
As it turned the page of a ragged book.
His face jumped through the lens.
No longer looking at the world
Instead, he looked into her.
His smile averting the safe path
And cut into her heart.
It flooded her with salty compassion.
So quick and sudden she had to
Cover her eyes.
Her once sure protector
Now revealed her heart and soul
To this sweet child.
Her lens will never be the same
It will always bend a little more
Towards tenderness
April 24, 2008
Rwanda
Posted on Thursday, May 15, 2008 at 07:46AM
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Becca Stevens
in Poems, Reflection, staugustineschapel, becca stevens, Magdalene, Thistle Farms, Rwanda
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Becca Stevens
in Poems, Reflection, staugustineschapel, becca stevens, Magdalene, Thistle Farms, Rwanda
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Hello. I believe I met you at Act like A Grrrl last summer with Vali. I am home for the summer from College and I was wondering if I could volunteer or intern with you with the Magdalene House for the summer. Please contact me if you are interested. Thanks so much for all that you do.
Deanna