Hatfield, Jessica

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Manuscripts Spring '99It was sad to see them walk:byMostly one by one, some in pairsSo caught up in their speckthat they missed it all together.A turn of the head would have been enough.They would have to stop then,they wouldn't be able to help themselvesUnless they were devoid of any appreciationfor beauty in this world.I felt an aching when my path led me awayI wanted so badly to turn and juststare,to stand stillspecks walking byand look with such purposeso that I might keep it in my mind.Knowing with sadnessthat I cannot share with others what I have seenPerhaps if I could paintothers might know what I feltbut, even so./.>A painting does not make one confident in the existence of God.One does not gain assurance of life's purposefrom a painting of a sunrise.It seems merely an excuse to rid the palletof red and blue pigments.When the pallet belongs to a bigger handAnd we become part of the picturehow can we,tiny specks,keep walking,never feeling that we are one with the sky?-Jessica Hatfield5

It was sad to see them walk by

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It was sad to see them walk by

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