#Prayer
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I built a throne of words and willChiseled from dreams I dared to nameA kingdom rising, breath by breathUntil the mirror looked the same But in the hush a whisper cameNot thunder not a sky ablazeJust simple truth to truly liveIs not to shine but give way He must increaseThe stars that burn are not Read more
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We wait for skies to tear like veils,for suns to multiply,for angels blazing on the hills,as if heaven must shoutto be real. But miracles walk barefoot in the grass.It bursts between sidewalk cracks,a dandelion uninvited yet beautifully golden.It sings the throaty song of a burbling creekchuckling over smooth stones. It lives in the bright eyes Read more
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a lament and longing You formed us from dustbreathed Your own breath into clayand whispered“Have dominion” To cultivate (not crush)To hold (not hoard) Yet werestless with enoughreach for moreconfusing image with equalityobedience with ownership We trample the gardenin our race for crownsturning plows to swordsand rivers to poison We named the creaturesthen forgot their namesWe Read more
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It begins the way dawn begins,a hazy blanket settles on the lawn,the hush before the sparrow’s song,before the gold coin of the sun slipsinto the trembling grasses. I kneel (or not).I only need to stop.The wind will do the rest,ruffling my hair,carrying the scent of the damp earthlike an old psalm. My hands stay empty.The Read more
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A declarative birtha people reaching for freedom,casting off the yoke of kings,with hope in the promise of rights no man could take. But what of the conqueror within?We broke from the crown,yet the hunger to ruleremained rooted in our soil. Two hundred and forty-nine years,a long season,enough for wisdom to take root,enough for the wounds Read more
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We walk as shadows in a world of light,bearing within a hollow vast and deep,a God-sized ache no treasure can make right,no wisdom soothes, no pleasure lull to sleep. It is the hunger carved before our birth,the silent cry that stirs in all we do,the longing sewn into the soil of earth,the restless pull that Read more
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No blade He drew, no war He won,yet darkness trembled at the Son.He bore no flag, led no parade,but wore a crown the thorns had made. While kings demand and tyrants strive,His mercy made the dead alive.Love, not conquest, broke the night.The Cross, not sword, became His might. Read more
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I went out this morningwith no great purposeother than letting the warm aircarry me where it pleased. The sun, like a kind hand,rested on the shoulders of the field.Every blade of grassseemed to whisper thank you. I stopped where the wildflowershad flung themselves open,their bright faces turned upward,as if they, too, had been astonishedby such Read more
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Arms stretched on the treemercy flows from every woundpure, unearned, and wideeven death bows to His lovestill He calls me by my name Read more
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Let Your Kingdom rise in the hearts that choose compassion in the hands that offer bread in the eyes that see another’s pain and stay Let it shine in the quiet labor of love in the songs sung softly when no one hears but You in the courage to speak peace when silence feels safer Read more
Prayerfully Poetic 