Palmtree Contemplations

          The packing barely took a day.           I filled the boxes quietly.           All the colors of my life           Fit so well, so neatly           Into their square allotted           Spaces.          If only life were like that,          I sighed into the silence.          If only everything had its small allotted          Space, and never strayed outside its          Lines.          But life is never square,          No matter what the classicists say.          Life is a set of circles upon circles,          Every color bleeds into the next,          Like rainbows dripping in the          Sun.            Give me no squares and no lines,         I said in my head.         Let me have arches of living gold         To lead me from the places I've been         To where I want to         Be.       

 Tuesday, 8:45 P.M., Sometime during my Senior Year "Okay, what is our class verse going to be?"  It was class meeting and Esther was looking around at all of us expectantly.  "I really like Romans 12:1-2," Raffi said.  "Great idea. I love that chapter," I said.  "Well, I was thinking of II Timothy 1:7," Heidi said.  "I like that one too," Esther said.  "Yes, well, I like Romans 12:1-2," Raffi said.  He smiled as if to say, "Hint hint." Heidi shrugged and Esther took another bite of her cake.            Our senior class verse ended up being II Timothy 1:7, "For God did not give us a spirit of fear, but a spirit of love, of power, and of self-discipline." Our motto based off this verse was "Fearless." It was an appropriate motto. I have felt so afraid this past year: afraid of never going home, afraid of messing up my life, and afraid of not having friends. I often let that verse run through my min