I Want God, Not My Idea of God.
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Every rose is equal parts blossom and thorn, yet, most automatically only see beauty. What does that say about love? If such blind lovers’ lips Were to greet yours, would you accept, or reject them? What does that say about … Continue reading
Here is the story of how you came to be born, How you came to be born Papa had a beard then, Mama looked very young, Mama looked really young My father kept me from your father’s loving arms, … Continue reading
Sometimes inspiration knocks so subtly, we can hear it only if we’re quiet. What have we been missing when the noise in our head is left boundary-less? Who have we been withholding from? Who has been withholding from us? Sometimes glimmers … Continue reading
A little ditty I wrote in church today… One day, I’ll have peace, I’m sure I’ll be restored and not defective, a plentiful mother, and more One day, I’ll be strong and secure no more feeble and weak but full … Continue reading