"charis" poems - Hello Poetry

So we’re sitting on this new wooden bench outside the Trinity Christian lower school, and Charis is talking to me about Michael Amico. We’re skipping Mrs. Waller’s second floor study hall, and she’s going on now about his passion for life, his goals, aspirations. He’s a star soccer player, you know, president of the student government, too, one of Charis’ closest friends. And as of right now, the only openly gay kid in K-12. Charis is a lover of people, and she loves talking about them to other people, and today she’s talking about Michael Declan Amico. It’s been maybe ten minutes and I hear her sigh then brush that away with a lighthearted laugh, leaning in. “I hope he finds a nice girl to marry.” This silence seems to be fraying the string between us from my clenched fist to her open heart so I cough out a laugh, see that Charis is oblivious to the danger, and I let it fall, unsure of what to do next. Before I say something I wouldn’t regret, we’re being ushered off the bench by some assistant who saw us through her window playing hooky.

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Dec 24, 2017

Dec 24, 2017 at 7:22 PM UTC

finne_gain

The Space Between

So we’re sitting on this new wooden bench outside the Trinity Christian lower school, and Charis is talking to me about Michael Amico. We’re skipping Mrs. Waller’s second floor study hall, and she’s going on now about his passion for life, his goals, aspirations. He’s a star soccer player, you know, president of the student government, too, one of Charis’ closest friends. And as of right now, the only openly gay kid in K-12. Charis is a lover of people, and she loves talking about them to other people, and today she’s talking about Michael Declan Amico. It’s been maybe ten minutes and I hear her sigh then brush that away with a lighthearted laugh, leaning in. “I hope he finds a nice girl to marry.” This silence seems to be fraying the string between us from my clenched fist to her open heart so I cough out a laugh, see that Charis is oblivious to the danger, and I let it fall, unsure of what to do next. Before I say something I wouldn’t regret, we’re being ushered off the bench by some assistant who saw us through her window playing hooky.

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No flame could burn her down. For she, herself was the fire. If she desires, she would burn you, into ashes. But she won't. For she is as powerful as Hera. But as kind as Charis. For she is the woman and the Goddess

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Mar 20, 2019

Mar 20, 2019 at 1:20 PM UTC

TheaS

The Goddness

No flame could burn her down. For she, herself was the fire. If she desires, she would burn you, into ashes. But she won't. For she is as powerful as Hera. But as kind as Charis. For she is the woman and the Goddess

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It was not silent, On the day of your birth, No, A Harp began to play, The chords of your song, And the Angels danced, And sang along, Rejoicing, As they always do, When gifts like you, Are given to, Us all. The delight in heaven, Was loud, When you accepted, your Grace, In God, Forever.

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Oct 11, 2014

Oct 11, 2014 at 7:12 PM UTC

eva-schoolcraft

Charis

It was not silent, On the day of your birth, No, A Harp began to play, The chords of your song, And the Angels danced, And sang along, Rejoicing, As they always do, When gifts like you, Are given to, Us all. The delight in heaven, Was loud, When you accepted, your Grace, In God, Forever.

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