Our Father.

Our father, who art in heaven fill me with your holy presence.  let your words  take hold of me to turn me into a devotee– a humble servant who seeks you, to spread life and your truth. for I only wish to fulfill your will not my desires, instead instill your holy plan  and yours…

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Sleep Paralysis.

Dried lips crack into a painful smile as skin becomes rigid like winter’s air   fingertips scrape on split cobble stone with broken glass piercing bare feet   hair drenched in ice cold sweat shivered to the bone with deathly silence   I thought it was a dream, yet you truly existed. Sometimes, I like…

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His.

White flowers speckle across tall grass seeds that blossomed into something beautiful.   We are becoming the people we need to be ever so slightly evolving– transforming completely.   How wonderful it is to grow into yourself, to become a child of His and to accept thyself.   I wish this type of joy upon…

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Tadpoles.

Love is a stream of rough pebbles and black tadpoles that grow into adulthood.   Soon to hop into fields of grass, moss filled ponds, and shrivelled wood.   Joining fresh rivers, new ecosystems, evolving naturally– never dwelling on the past.          Photo: Pinterest

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Thank You.

Perhaps it was a phase. But I am certain your arrival was right on time.   Never believed in love like this for myself until I met you.   I believe in grace, in second chances, in unconditional love and unending mercies.   Thank you for your presence.   Every single event in my life…

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Vessel.

Oh lord show me what to do because only your wishes come true   If creation worships you then I must do the same. Since you created me and you know my name.   Remember me at heaven’s gate for I am your child and it wasn’t fate   It was your plan— your design.…

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Connections.

Isn’t it funny how fickle life is? One moment we are sailing on roaring waves and open seas. The next our ship rots in salt saturated waters, until it breaks apart.   Perhaps, it’s time to create a new life— filled with genuine interactions, not  one  exchanged  for goods or ‘connections’, but one that  resonates…

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Rushed.

Be still  little one.   Know that age  comes with time– never to be rushed but to be taken in.   For a rushed life only leaves you empty, as experiences are forgotten quickly.   Stay young  as long as you can and learn to enjoy the things you have now.   For one moment…

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Empty-tide.

Which side do you reside? Perhaps by the lake or an empty tide.   The engine’s on yet we don’t move, as if something– or everything is wrong.   Blue lips, rigid skin, perhaps time has caught up to our sins.   Now we sit buried in coffins, rotting bones, until we become nothing.  …

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Over-time.

Clouds roll in covering blue skies and I start to forget your brown eyes.   I believe in the lessons taught, abundantly grateful for the love you brought.   One year felt like precious dreams only to find it’s shorter than it seems   We were strangers at some point, and soon became lovers never…

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