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53Notes on a Sermon
Okay, so this is basically just my thoughts and notes during a sermon...so, don't expect much. It's not really anything, just more of my poetry. I don't even know what some of it means, so...yeah. Have at...
1 comment60Walking and Talking [with God]
I am not generally one to plug other's works, especially not online, but I've been reading a book lately that has really meant a lot to me. Over the course of just days I feel like a huge burden has been...
9 comments56God of All
Why do Christians use the personal pronoun “he” to refer to God? Isn’t calling God a man just as heretical as calling God a woman? God is neither man nor woman, for both find their origin in...
18 comments59A Life's Ambition (or Lack Thereof)
I’m not very good at life. I have very little ambition, no desire for success or wealth, and don’t really care to be famous. I don’t need much stuff, I don’t care to pursue a career (just work...
4 comments59My Matrix
I love video games. I really do (even if my life prevents me from playing them much)! But I do try to preserve the distinct barrier between fantasy and reality. Only recently I realized I don't! Because...
0 comments58I wish I were a Candle
I like candles. There is something about a candle that is soothing, hopeful, simple, beautiful, soft. There is a reason candles are so associated with spirituality and romance. Candles touch our hearts,...
12 comments47The Feast
"Welcome home," Whispers the wind. The leaves giggle and whisper As I walk through the columns of trees Marching down the hall. The carpet of leaves, grass, and moss Cushions my echoing footfalls...
2 comments78What is Justice?
What is justice? If God is just and God is love and God is beauty, what is justice? Can justice exist in a vacuum any more than love-for love can't exist in a vacuum-or does it cease to be justice without a...
9 comments57Homeless Poetry
Everything burns. Frost burns, Hot burns, Nothing-in-my-soul burns. There is nowhere to stop and be; Stopping burns too. Always moving, pushing, going, On to God-knows-what. Tired, but never...
1 comment54Self-Reflections
Brushing silken strands of hair that brush against my back, Clear green eyes gaze back at me in pale surprise. A mystery behind the glass. Or is the mystery before it? Smiling red lips smirking...
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