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The Briar Crown
They said Isolde was carved from candle wax and winter mist. Too beautiful to be real, too cold to hold. But when she smiled at you, it was like drinking from a goblet of starlight, heady and irreversible. She lived… Continue reading
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The Unthinking Hour
We speak of life beneath a veilAfraid to gaze too long, too deepFor thought, that serpent, loves to coilAround the truths we dare not keep To walk, to breathe, to wear the skinIs to forget the ghost withinWe dine with… Continue reading
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Let the Word be a Seed
I walk & ask for a wordnot from books or sermonsbut from the sounds betweena pigeon’s wing & tree root’s dream I ask the breeze what names it carrieswhat syllables it weaves into the air Sometimes a leaf answerssometimes the… Continue reading
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To See One’s Shadow
The greatest gift is not wrapped in ribbonnor spoken in perfect toneit is the quiet unfolding of selfthe soft shedding of confusion’s thorn To see one’s shadow without flinchingto sit with the ache & not runto name the tempest within… Continue reading
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Time’s Quiet Shore
All that I wantedwas all that I hadno kingdom, no treasurejust stillness unclad A breath in the morninga glance full of lighta few words of mercyin the silence before night I held it like incensea flicker, a flamea moment that… Continue reading
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After the Rain
Blue mountains after rainfallbut not the blue you knew before No, deeper nowas if the sky weptonto their bonesand they drank it inwith silent joy Much bluerlike bruises healed from withinlike prayers whisperedthrough thunder Was it the rainthat made them… Continue reading
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Fragments, 5.1.25
When I think of all the horrors committed in the name of Jesus—wars waged, lives destroyed, cruelty cloaked in scripture—I can’t help but wonder: Did He come to die for our sins or to become the eternal excuse for them?… Continue reading
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Homesick
There is no cure for the ache that beats in our bonesNot for a house, but for a silence we’ve known It is not memory alone that tugs at the chestBut something ahead that feels like our own The Alpha… Continue reading
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Regret Comes Shuffling In
Mildred had always said her Harold was a hard man to live with, but an even harder one to live without. So when she discovered a dusty old necromancy manual wedged behind the casserole dishes at St. Ignatius’s rummage sale,… Continue reading
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The Rose Within
A single rose in morning’s breathUnfolds its heart, defying deathIts crimson tongue, both soft & wiseWhispers of truths beyond the skies It drinks the light, it bears the thornIt grieves for love & is rebornEach petal sings of unseen graceA… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 