poem
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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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The Purpose of Night
We, too, fall into the cracks of the earth as if to be swallowed and forgotten in an endless abyss. But you, God, raise us up out of the depths to transform us into something to be loved. Before your day of reckoning, when we meet you in the air, you change us. We die 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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Host
Contrast is enticing with the face of kindness stirring something else up that feels exciting as long as it stays in hiding. But the night has eyes born in the shadows waiting for us to come a little closer over time. All the while, it grows roots in our curiosity and pain until the mask Continue reading
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The Immeasurable Gift
Your grace is a gift bigger than a mind can comprehend. These wild imaginations You gave us cannot come close to the full vision. Though lofty are the heights we try to touch, Heaven is out of reach because Your grace lives there. Your kindness and love would demolish the wickedness of our current state, Continue reading
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A Place to Stand
How lost I become when I hear the monsters in my sleep and their voices creep into my ears, as if the shadows lurking in every dark corner wait for an opening in a vulnerable heart, and relish the chance to destroy from the inside with the endless tricks of my own mind. They turn Continue reading
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