The Hour of Separation
There, this man finds himself knowing a depth eternal in its scope, not waning in the process of knowing itself in sadness.
Heaven
The Face of Love
Loud is the voice of memory, shaking both the flesh and the heart of a warrior who’s left his sword and shield out beyond the gates of his Thermopylae.
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And I Don’t Know Why
Sometimes I can hear angels crashing into the windows just outside my bedroom door.
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I Long for Winter
I walk along trying to find the mindless footprints I’ve cast in the hardened bedrock of my life; wondering why some fear the sturdiness of this place, why they search for escape by looking for the invisible tracks they swear they left behind.
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What Absolutely Beautiful Ugliness I Am
I guess when I look back I realize that the weatherman doesn’t always need to be right, and that sometimes it is just perfect to get soaked to the bone when science says the sun should be shining.
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A Pure and Holy Selfishness (An Introduction)
Yes, Eve, it is possible to revisit the Garden of Eden, but first you need to wake up from your nightmare.
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It is Coming, It is Here.
I am clearing space in my life. I’m not sure for what, but I am sure that for some reason I am making room in my life for something that is not currently present in […]
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The Unkempt Man
A man walked into church one day. He looked haggard, tired, unkempt and his clothes were unwashed and wrinkled as if he had slept in them for days. He could not help but notice the stares of the congregation as he moved to a pew near the back of the building.
