Poetry
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Who Gives?
Poetry
who gives and takes away; who tells the portion where it should go, when to lessen its load   when to release in full, where it shall land and where to remove. who gives
following
Poetry
to follow is to listen. placing trust in the voice and in the one before you. have you any hope in what they say? have you any questions; looming in your mind; enchanting
a poem.
Poetry
I AM your rest draw near and I will provide. I AM your trust confide in me and I will answer. I AM your peace make known your cares and I will comfort.
shift
Poetry
in the inner man a sweeping a draining a purging in the inner man a mist a sprinkle a downpour inside of me // a change // a breaking // a freedom // a newness
Same Tears
Poetry
I've cried these tears before/ They are nothing new/ But the year on my calendar has changed/ At one point the tears stopped flowing/ But my cries were still heard I&
Voice
I Promise I'm Not Depressed
Poetry
I promise I’m not depressed I just needed to lay down and rest Because working 40 hour weeks is tough I promise I’m not depressed I just feel the weight of
Filled
Poetry
The downpour happens quickly From an overflowing vessel it falls Leaping into what has been vacated Left for loneliness and destined for Abandonment The stains from the previous tenant Have been left on
A Poem for Sadness
Poetry
center blocks tumble and hit the ground and break dime sized pieces of hope wind decides to blow itself elsewhere and left hope and joy with unclipped wings trees sit still left to
Lament
Poetry
When will my time be over I have wrestled and tried to stand tall My feet fail me and my mind is weak Your truth It comes and goes just like the waves
A Prayer
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Father, I come to you in my dry place and I call on your name. I am in need of your guidance and of your strength. I have been struggling to use the
a prayer
Poetry
a tiny box lies open before me, i am unsure of what to put inside, maybe i will offer a cry, a shedding of tears; a letting go of feelings too strong to
Hiding - Hidden - Unseen
Poetry
I run. Towards the forest and the trees. Towards the rivers and the lakes. Towards the desert and the hills. Towards the deep and the plains. I sink. Deeper into the black. Further
Fear
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Out of uncertainty you have come alive. Out of unbelief you have taken flight, mounted the skies above you, shaken the clouds with your mighty breath and twisted the sun until it looked
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