#Poem
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In the beginning, before time’s breath, the Word stood eternal, creating all things—the stars, the seas, the bending tree—life and light to all, shining in darkness that would not overcome it, yet His own did not know Him as He walked among them, full of grace and truth, turning water to wine, offering living water Read more
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In the shadow of the cross, I stand,A sinner wrapped in tattered rags of pride,The world’s allure still clinging to my hands,Yet here, You call me—arms stretched open wide. I see the nails, the thorns, the crimson flow,Each drop a message: Beloved, you are Mine.What love is this, that stoops so low,To bear my curse, Read more
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It was in the arc of the branch—the way it stretched to the sky,a frail handoffering something unseen. It was in the seam of the riverbank,where mud met the cool insistence of water,each ripple a joyful hymnof shaping and reshaping. The sparrow did not sing for me,and yet I heard it,a small and perfect notewoven Read more
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*image generated with AI, October, 2023 Where do I belong,if not cradled in the curve of eternity’s hand?The world shifts beneath my feet,roots torn by winds howling,“You are out of place.” I have wandered among the fleeting,held fast to shadowsthat promise solidity yet dissolve.I have cast anchorsinto oceans of approvalyet remain adrift. But in stillness—beneath Read more
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Not a measure of space—but as near as the breath that leaves our lips,the assured hope of a prayer unfurled in faith,the heartbeat that stirs when love takes root. Heaven is not some distant star,but a flaming flicker in the human soul,a reflection of the divineetched into our essence, our identity. It’s as close as Read more
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Lord, this seasonlives in the absence of color,yet You remain—etched in every branchthat stretches skyward,in every brittle blade of grassasleep beneath the frost. Our landscape is stripped bare,the earth laid openlike a rune of quiet surrender.And yet, all remains full.Full of the hum of stillness,the hush of snowthat falls in silken serenity,revealing Your hand. Teach Read more
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God is not magic,not smoke or show—He is the breathin the seeds we sow. Stop wishing for wonders,start bending your knee;in prayer, you’ll findwhat was always meant to be. Read more
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His love, they say, is reckless, wild,Like winds that chase the wayward child.No walls too high, no heart too far,No wound too deep to leave a scar. He seeks the lost with fervent grace,Unmoved by scorn or shame’s embrace.The broken find in Him their rest,The outcast, welcomed as His guest. No caution in the love Read more
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Do we carve the air with silvered speech,Only to let it fall,A polished echo of promises,Too brittle to stand tall? We speak of love like it’s a flame,A holy warmth, divine,Yet hold it close within our hearts,Afraid to let it shine. What good is light that seeks no dark,A river that will not flow?What worth Read more
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You are but leafless branches now,sharp against the silvered sky.No rustle in the wind, no burst of color—just the silence of what remains. The wind doesn’t seek permission;it tugs and gnaws,yet you do not complain.Instead, you stand,gripping the earth with quiet resolve. Your roots—deep, hidden, patient—sip at streams that no one sees.Or hears.The earth is Read more
Prayerfully Poetic 