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Monday, February 13, 2012

a poem

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Dulled, but still felt The pains of birth Stretch marks left behind on what once grew inside It came too early. The birth of love M...
Thursday, February 9, 2012

Though he slay me, I will hope in him

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O that the soul had form, to rise out of this chest and wrench its long arms over its body, to scream to burst, to die the death To screa...
Saturday, January 28, 2012

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The Mountain of Fear, an interlude

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My tent is pitched and I wander, not abandoning where I’ve been set, but curious about the land. The grass is light, aged by the sun. I fe...
Monday, January 23, 2012

Mountain of Fear, pt. 2

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Inside I heard the mockery. Father knew you couldn’t do it. You can’t even make it without training wheels. You’re sure to get lost up th...
Monday, January 2, 2012

The Mountain of Fear, pt. 1

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I set out on my bike, Ol’ Trusty, not caring to notice the training wheels Father had put on it for me. Clear vision, I set out on the path....
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Thursday, December 29, 2011

rescued

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World, see the Christ. He is long awaited and now celebrated. See his humility. All nations be moved in your hearts, be torn, rend them Lo...
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Enlarge the place of your tent, stretch your tent curtains wide, do not hold back. Lengthen your cords, strenghten your stakes." Isaiah 54:2
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