religion
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Let Heart Break Open
Beneath the hill where shadows spillA lantern sways in tomb-dark stillThe stone is rolled, the veil is tornThe sky forgets it once was morn They say the blood was not requiredNot tribute paid, but love inspiredNot wrath appeased by sacred… Continue reading
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Three Nights in the Hollow House
The old chapel on the hill was long abandoned. Moss devoured the bricks, and no one remembered the last time it held a service. But every year, during the Easter Triduum, he returned. They called him Elias. He arrived just… Continue reading
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Thou Art Known
It started the week he turned sixty-two. Like a light flickering in the chapel of his mind. Until then, Henry’s life had been a blur of deadlines and dinner tables, of ballgames and spreadsheets, of making sure the mortgage was… Continue reading
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The Field
They called her Sister Marianne, though she hadn’t worn a habit in years. The townspeople remembered her not for her sermons, but for the strange presence that followed her, something heavy, luminous, unsettling. They said if you stood too close… Continue reading
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A Pilgrim Without a Map
I walk where no compass dares to turnThrough cathedrals of bone & thornThe moon my candle, dim & grimLit not for saints, but those who mourn No kingdom waits with jeweled gatesNo crown of gold, no holy feastOnly wind that… Continue reading
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The Thought That Rots
Cling not to thought: it blooms, then rotsA gilded chain in sacred knotsAs soon as mind begins to graspRelease the hold, unclench the clasp The prayer you whisper turns to rustIf built on dogma, fear, or lustIdeas are idols dressed… Continue reading
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Sacred Fright
In candlelit halls where saints weepWe build our gods on power’s keepsWith iron will & crowned commandWe crush roses with trembling hands But Love, she waits in chapel dustNot in the sword, but in the trustNot in the grasp, but… Continue reading
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Litany for the Devouring Saints
Praise the roads of dirt & drowningWinding through the marrow’s prayerPraise the earth that drinks our hungerPraise the sea that drowns despair Praise the eater, the mouth of heavenAnd the eaten, bone & breadPraise the lamb & praise the slaughterPraise… 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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More Alive Than The Living
They said the house at the edge of the forest was where people went to die. Not in flesh—at least not always—but in spirit. They called it The Hollow. No doors. Only a stairwell that descends without end. When Miriam… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 