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The Choice

Consumption will consume until there is nothing left. It leaves an emptiness inside that can never be quenched. The hollowness will drive the hunt for the craved, as the heart turns cold and dark with perversions, untamed. Better to give without hope of an iota of return than dissolve in the perilous flames of how Continue reading
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Impending Light

The ravaging of evil intent wraps around my limbs to pull me down and steal my life whenever God breathes upon me to rise. His mighty fire is alive and well, but the battle is fierce. The shadows still grip me and burrow ever deeper to avoid the light. They survive the reckoning of God’s Continue reading
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War Wounds

I. My heart is a bruise, so charred and raw, you can’t see how black and blue it is underneath the burns. I don’t want to be touched, but it needs to be cleansed. There are claws in there, from shapeshifting creatures intent on doing harm. They look like love in a certain light, all Continue reading
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Flow

Dropping in, getting real, what danger is there? If I connect to how I feel, I will be swallowed up! Feelings so big from the magnetism of momentum, rolling over myself so many times for the sake of perseverance that I am crushed underneath. And the cycle continues until I reach a cliff. What weight Continue reading
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Replica

Mind spinning again, over nothing of consequence, or is it everything? Who can tell?Engine revving in my chest when I’m not built to run, but there is no more fuel. This should not be possible. I am an abominable machine, alive by supernatural means: a replica of the original man formed from clay by God’s Continue reading
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Prisoner of War – a lament

There was once a prisoner of war taken far into the desert. Ravaged, plundered, choked near to death. Clothes torn, left to die. Sun baking her exposed skin. Lips blistering from thirst and heat. She crawled. She crawled in search of water. She crawled in search of shelter. She crawled even though she burned alive in Continue reading
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Waning Lament

I am empty, out of air like I’ve been strangled and left barely alive. Everything is a thief robbing me of life force as if I lost my birthrite, as if I had one to loose. I cannot scream. Someone stole my voice and all of my noise. I see a darkness in the distance Continue reading
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Gathered

This pollution in my body weakens my flesh each time I feed it. I try to starve it to remain upright but I fall again and again without the strength. I lean on my God, but sometimes, He lets me fall.Sometimes I don’t know why and I surrender. Sometimes, I don’t know why and I Continue reading
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To Find Rest

Blessed are you, patient, unwavering God, faithful Creator of life and beauty, who brings forth all peace and restoration. Thank You for bringing us back into Your arms, over and over, when we stumble so easily and can’t seem to keep ourselves from falling. Sometimes, You lift us up to carry us, or to put Continue reading

