The Chosen One of the Gods  

The gods have spoken, the stars align,  
A chosen one shall rise in time.  
With strength and will, with heart so true,  
He walks the path the heavens drew.  

Yahweh** grants his guiding light,  
A shield of faith, a soul so bright.  
Through storms and trials, fierce and long,  
He stands unshaken, bold and strong.  

Shiva roars, the flames arise,  
His wisdom burns within his eyes.  
With cosmic dance and fearless might,  
He bends the dark, he tames the night.  

Brahma whispers, fate takes form,  
Creation’s breath, the world reborn.  
With sacred hands and endless lore,  
He builds the realm forevermore.  

Zeus sends thunder, Odin calls,  
Anubis guards where shadows fall.  
Vishnu watches, balance true,  
Ra brings dawn in golden hue.  

All the gods, both old and new,  
Have blessed his path, have forged him through.  
No chains can bind, no foe withstand,  
For fate is written by divine hand.  

He walks with fire, he walks with grace,  
A destined king, time can’t erase.  
For gods have willed, and stars have shown,  
That he shall rise—his name well known.

A car broke down
And some pieces remain on the street;
Broken
And feeling missing

So as I walk,
I pick some up
And decided to make them part of something again
Where they will thrive
And feel full again

They shall not be "broken" anymore
Nor "trash" or "useless"
Simply because I decided so

I have a much better name for them;
"Art"

the sky afire with pinks and oranges and yellows
the sun rising to greet the clouds
the trees silhouetted against the colors
the birds chirping to the others fills the chilly air
the breeze grazes your shoulder
caresses your arm
another beautiful day to be alive

I have loved you
From the moment our eyes
Met across the crowded street
On that scorching summer day

And though summer
Soon came to a bitter end
I have loved you through
Every season ever since

And I guess I always will

Our burdens are lifted—it’s spring break, after all.

Though ocean breezes, surf sounds, the smell of sunblock,
fresh tans and bottomless margaritas at the beach can be healing,
we decided to vacation on campus and find joy in small, everyday things.

Yesterday, we went to the farmer’s market, where one coffee vendor was making real cappuccinos and another was baking fresh breakfast pizzas. The combination reminded me of the 'Antico Forno Roscioli' caffe, near Campo de' Fiori, in Rome.

Then we hit the gym pool, climbed a rock wall (slowly) and played racquetball (rather poorly). We tried a dance & fitness class too—I thought I was in shape but ugg, it was hard to keep up. Peter (my 27-year-old bf) practically collapsed, but maybe he was angling for mouth-2-mouth.

Straight brag: Peter and I are getting new laptops today—MacBook Air M4s—mine’s baby blue, his is silver. So today seems like Christmas.
I don’t know if you people have computers, or use the Internet, but if you do, you’ll get it. I don’t know exactly when it’ll arrive, of course, so I’m pacing our suite.

I’ve always loved tech. My brother started teaching me about computers when I was 10—you know—hard drives, logic boards, power supplies, all of it. I remember it taking about two days to set one up and move all of the data. Today all I’ll have to do is set the new computer next to the old one and click migrate.

You gotta doff your hat to the tech wizards that came up with that, but the hours spent doing it the old way were fun.
“Something’s lost yet something's gained” - I think Joni Mitchell sang that.
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Songs for this:
Am I the Same Girl? by Swing Out Sister
Mountain or a Molehill by Kris Berry
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our cast: A reader once asked, “Who are these people?” (a solid question) So now I do a cast list:

Peter, (My bf), is a bearded, 27-year-old from the sage hills of Malibu, California. He’s 6’1, too thin, his jet-black hair is perpetually uncombed and his skin is pale from over exposure to fluorescent lighting. He earned his PhD in Applied Physics last year and now he works for CERN in Geneva. He’s smart, quiet, awkward and he can be too serious. I’m unreasonably cRaZy about this guy.

Your author, a simple, multinational, upper-crust, trust-fund baby from Athens, Georgia who's also a molecular biophysics and biochemistry major (pre-med).