i forgot to mention

that yesterday was the birthday of China Achebe.

I found images again, finally. So hopefully that's good. I need to translate them now, or filter them, or whatever. And maybe something good will come. And by images (I just realized I should probably clarify, since I work with two kinds of images) I mean the poetry kind.

I slept through chapel again today, but that's OK, because I went to alternate chapel tonight. And I needed more sleep. I think I'm getting stressed out again, which makes me sad. = ( Maybe I need to set aside some cry time or something. Except that I don't really feel like crying quite yet. I've just got the whole tunnel-vision really-tired-not-quite-attached-to-myself feeling.

Tonight may be one of those 3 a.m. things. I have a gloss to write about a play I don't really remember, and a bunch of painting to do. And that's just the stuff that's due tomorrow. I'm not even finding time to work ahead. Sigh. There goes the whole "no homework over Thanksgiving" plan.

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Jesus, lover of my soul, let me to thy bosom fly,
while the nearer waters roll, while the tempest still is high.
Hide me, O my Savior, hide, till the storm of life is past,
safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.

Other refuge have I none; hangs my helpless soul on thee.
Leave, ah, leave me not alone, still support and comfort me.
All my trust on thee is stayed, all my help from thee I bring.
Cover my defenseless head with the shadow of thy wing.

Thou, O Christ, art all I want, more than all in thee I find -
raise the fallen, cheer the faint, heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name; I am all unrighteousness.
False and full of sin I am; thou art full of truth and grace.

Plenteous grace with thee is found, grace to cover all my sin.
Let the healing streams abound, make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art, freely let me take of thee.
Spring thou up within my heart, rise to all eternity.