#Prayer
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Winter speaks in fewer colors,a stripped languageafter the eloquence of fall,before the abundance of spring. The world is mostly breath and bone,fields hushed to a single tone,as if creation has learnedthe holiness of restraint. Yet nothing is empty. A cardinal burns redin the wide cold silence,a living emberset deliberately against the pale.Evening gathers fire at… Read more
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Not the neighbor you would have chosen.Not the easy one.Not the safe one. The command does not ask your opinion. Your neighbor is the interruptionstanding in the middle of your life,carrying need you did not scheduleand wounds you do not want to touch. They are not theoretical.They are here. You do not get to edit… Read more
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Perfect Onelead me the quiet way of Your heartwithout the restless hunger to impressbut the slow turning of my soultoward the fullness of Your love You are whole in every breathYou pour light on those who curse YouYou rain mercy on those who forget YouYou love without measureand call me to walk in that same… Read more
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Consider: Without HimI accomplish nothingWith HimI accomplish everything I Chooseto follow HimWho’s alreadychosen me Read more
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When the light dimsand the noise finally quietsno one will ask what we ownedor how we were admired for thisor that The trophies will rust in their casesThe titles will loosen from our namesEven our arguments, sharpened to winwill lie dull and unused. There will be no defense built from busynessNo appeal filed in the… Read more
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In the whisper where striving falls silentwhere the heart unclenches its tired fistssomething gentle begins to unfold No blazenor trembling visionjust a simple clearing of the inner sky In slow-moving mercyI believed in what I could not seebecause I now see what has always been true fear distorts pride builds walls longing aches for what… Read more
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The trees stand in shadow,holding the night’s questions. The sun rises,a golden giftspilled over the world. Water receives it,silent, wide,mirroring light as prayer. I breathe in the quiet,noticing patiencein every branch. If the world can open this way,perhaps I can too,letting His lightfill what I cannot see. Read more
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They came from elsewhere,from prayers spoken in another tongue,from charts of fire and dustwhere the heavens were read like a scrollnever meant to stay closed. Not sons of covenant,not schooled in the law,but watchers of the nightwho trusted that light is never random,that a star may choose a road. They carried with themthe weight of… Read more
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We clink our glasses at midnightas if the calendar itself were magic,counting down like astronautsready to launch into better versionsof ourselves. We make lists as long as confetti trails.Eat cleaner. Try harder. Wake earlier.Run farther. Fail slower.Become, somehow, dazzling. The gyms glow with January pilgrimsseeking salvation on treadmills,while planners fill with bold intentionswritten in heroic… Read more
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Before time had a measure,the Word moved silentlythrough shadow and stillness.Life stirred as a deep, luminous pulsethat called existence itself into being.In that life, the light shinesto reveal the sacred contour of all things,the hidden heartbeat of the world.And the Word became flesh.We saw His gloryfilled with grace and truth. -Inspired by John 1:1-15 Read more
