The crowd echoed: Death took them too soon!Can death take those who do not belong to us? The crowd echoed: Life ending was a gracious gift for their suffering!What discernment have we to determine true blessings? The crowd echoed: They were still so young!Is youth truly measured in length of days? The crowd echoed: At […]
I roll my thoughts like Sisyphus, punished for my hubris, yet not absurd enough to find meaning in it. I said I would wait for you forever, though I did not expect to have to mean it. I no longer trust the clocks. I found the calendar to be a liar. Shattered schedules have seduced
He was pulled off on the side of the road to tie the tarp back down in the bed of his truck when the phone rang. He locked eyes with her photo on the screen. Eyes that brought him so much joy now looked back at him with judgement in every pixel. The picture spoke
I’m stuck between a hopeful futureAnd an all too well forgotten past. One day, even someday, this dreamWill draw breath and walk with me. Time lies that it’s as lifeless as stone,Chipped away at more each month. A heart without break is hardly love;I grow patience because we are eternal. I’d dash myself into a
I feel Thou hast abandoned me;Forsake me not, O Lord. Thine absence burns like fire,Yet all I have done is grumble. I shall not survive much longer this way,Unless Thou knowest that I can. This cross is the narrow way,Still I cannot understand it. Thy will be done in me,Even if I cannot bear it.
They say pressure creates diamonds, but is that kind of clarity worth the pain? I was so sure of who I was once. I went out into the world with no other plan than to live in it. I failed fast, rolled with the punches, and punched back. Through each turn of the screw, each
He listened to Elvis sing about the cold rain on his drive through Kentucky. Unlike the song, he was running, not searching, as red and yellow leaves fell from the trees. He was leaving a ghost that couldn’t be kept; a ghost he only knew through machines. Crystal clear to one is clear as mud
Light bleeds from my eyeballsDark seeds in the backyardThorns threaten to chokeMind blind from wasted time. Death flees from my sideLife threatens more timeSomeone help what’s brokenMend what can’t be touched. Snow falls in a circleWinds spins in a spiralI’m descending upwardsTrudging downwards still. Black lungs with black heartViolin strings cut shortGuitars play sardonicallyThe grand
My fingertips grasp ata ghost of future’s glory.Forever is in sight,but just out of my reach.I fumble with patience,never calling it my own.My mind spins and searches,turning all the facts over.I apply reasons to signs,but it’s only to cope. The end starts with the beginning,but the beginning has already ended.What depths of depravitycan hold this
The supreme goal of many people today, even many Christians, is to escape suffering at all costs, regardless of how minute or inconspicuous. Yet not even our Lord evaded suffering, being a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief (Is. 53:3). Indeed, no matter how far mankind advances, or thinks that he has, which religion
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