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Costly
What if the sound of a rushing wind blows you out of the water, running back to that place you last called home, fallen now, weeping again by the roadside? What if the very thought of tongues of flame raises … Continue reading
Ascending
because the grip of gravity cannot hold life down when heaven waits
Is it?
it is not as though love can outrun the shadows thrown by the long stones
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I am from…
have you ever done one of these? I was introduced to the “I am from” form at a conference this week. Honestly, as an adoptee, an immigrant, an exile from my own history I don’t do well with the perennial … Continue reading
Scarred
Love came upon me like a wound, got under my skin and stretched me out until something must give; drew me in, knit together ragged. Long acquaintance dulls sensation, the red seal fades to a silver thread; the abiding sign … Continue reading
on the edge
Smoke obscures the view, tears blur the vision once clearly anunciated, lost in translation. There is no safe way that you can see for yourself. Will you wait, then, to find out who’s left standing when the smoke clears?
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Seasonal allergies
(because it’s not all resurrection and roses) My body defies resurrection, denies the rites of spring, answers the eruption of blossom with its own eructations of tears. Defeated, it turns toward the tomb, rolls the seal across the doorway, countering … Continue reading
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Growing pains
They say you can do anything you set your mind to; then they ask you what you want to be when you grow up. When you answer them, the thorns begin to show. I told them I would be a … Continue reading
Good Friday 2015: Bury me at the crossroads
I nail my sins to the cross, not because I blame God, or believe that Jesus should bear my guilt. I have often heard myself cry “crucify,” but this is not that. This is some strange, new hope that comes … Continue reading
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Everyday holiness
Although they had warned him against her, there was nothing untoward in her touch. The salt of her tears drew out his skin as though it reached back toward her. She dried his toes with her hair, barely tickling; no … Continue reading
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