Rage

my heart is a burning wildfire of pain and conflict a loud blare of frustration and alarm a raging army of trumpets marching against their own breath, protesting the vain efforts of their own harmony building, calling, mocking, pounding, replaying the horror of...

Noisy

o my soul, do not keep quiet your deep confession cry aloud your daily failure to love the life of your neighbor beat your breast before the throne that you have tried to be god toll your heart’s bells until they awaken...

Issues

For twelve years plus three, O LORD, my heart has been bleeding and for the same season I did not believe it could heal. For twelve years plus three, O LORD, my heart has been breaking and for the same season no one would touch it lest they break too. For twelve years...

Ash Wednesday (Lent 1)

Roar, life. Burn, sun. Scold, winter. Let these ashes be at peace. Rage, winds. Spin, time. Haunt, death. These ashes of mine are unbowed. But let the LORD thunder; let the Eternal One even whisper or simply draw near in silence And my ashes tremble in awe; they faint...

Ash Wednesday (Lent 1)

begin at the beginning because it is the only option at the beginning when there was Chaos at the beginning when there was Imagination at the beginning with all the dust swirling …┬ácommingling …┬ácolliding … clumping … separating … every...

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