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“Ruah” means wind/breath/spirit in Hebrew. I found this interesting as I read scripture. Click below to find out more about why I created this site.
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Be Still and Know
The waves lashed angrily against the side of the boat as if its voyage was sheer disobedience. Inside this boat was a human, and inside this human was a heart banging on the chest cavity with a roaring, adrenaline-pumping plea of “get me out of here!” Standing in the echo of that thought the human
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Tethered, Yet Drifting
I have no words yet I picked up my pen.The symphony you composed for me tonight Brings me back down to earth.You tether me here when thoughts,Intermixed with the pain from memories too raw to repeat,Send my heart and mind scattered on the tailwind of the thought“Will there ever be a normal again?”Banged up and
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The Rich Young Ruler
I have always been drawn to this story. There’s something about the way Jesus looks on this eager young man with love. I also always feel conviction over these verses; I see myself in the rich young man in a lot of ways. Could I give it all up? Am I standing in the way
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“He Ties Butterflies to My Fingers”
I was a Junior in college the first time I was ever exposed to spoken word poetry. My roommate at the time knew I loved poetry and came home insisting I watch Buddy Wakefield and Anis Mojgani videos. Sarah, I am forever indebted to that night (and all those other times I made you sit
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A Poem to Montana
I want to run away,Into the valleys your glaciers carved centuries ago.Into the wild flowers, golden and glistening in a summer’s setting sun.I want to feel and smell and taste the air in nostrils,On tongue, and wrapped around hair strandsFlirting with rounded and flushed cheeks.I want to escape into your wild wildernessWhere huckleberries are stolen
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I Lost Poetry
Sometimes the pain of losing someone is not something I can ever relay in poetry, in paintings, media, song, or even in prayer, although I try. “Likewise, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too
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