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Where Have Your Hands Gone Today?
There’s something beautiful in simplicity. Where have your hands gone today? I find comfort in the small moments my own hands witnessed.
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For Holly
A poem for a friend everyone wishes they had. I’m not sure if I will every actually have the words to express what this incredible human means to me. While participating in a recent poetry workshop I was given a prompt to “write a poem for a friend you adore.” I immediately knew who this…
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Advent
Your advent rushed through the ridges between goosebumps, and in the stillness I can taste its victory.I can feel the freedom that was lost, unseen, Stuck in the static of fingers grasping for identity.In hope I wait, wrestling with patience.In faith I surrender to this ever-welcomed audience.In joy I release every giggle unto your grace,And in peace I…
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On a Speeding Train with a Writer’s Block
A bouncing rhythm soothes my mind into exhaustion. Frosted windows urge my fingers to press their tips against the stinging glass. These distracted strangers make fellow passengers but today the loneliness is a comfort to me; I wrap it around my shoulders and snuggle into eavesdropping on accents I don’t understand, thankful for the freedom…
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Achan’s Treasure
Here’s a poem I wrote about Achan. He was a man in the old testament (Joshua 7) that buried the treasure from Jericho instead of destroying it, ultimately leading to turmoil for the Jews…eventually they stoned him and his family. Pretty brutal! But, I wrote this poem from our standpoint today, that we have Christ now who loves us despite the sin in our lives, despite our own “treasure” we like…
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Thank You
You are too good for any of my thanks to ever be good enough,But, pen in hand I will offer up a journal entry of praise thatI know you will settle into.You are a listener and counselor,You invite me in to praise, And thank and argue and wrestle.Let us wrestle through this together,As you take…
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Unquenched Hope
Not that all of these posts aren’t personal and vulnerable in nature, but this one is so close to my heart it’s hard to share. It’s birthed from complete heartbreak for so many in my life. It’s for heartbroken mothers, the ones that I’ve personally known that had to let go of a hope they…
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CLEAVE
Have you ever held so tightly onto something, convinced it was life and good and yours, only to find out it was none of those things? It’s interesting that the word cleave can mean either to “cling” or to “split apart”. I’m finding that in my pride I cleave to what isn’t good for me,…
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Told to be Quiet
Sometimes I write when I’m angry, but anger can stem from many different things. When I’m battling a writer’s block it’s an antagonizing anger. There’s so much beneath the surface that needs to be said, but I can’t declutter my thoughts enough to release it into poetry. When I’m processing grief I write from a…
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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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