Our hearts cry, and our blood looks the same. For dead men are speaking, to the world from the grave.
Poetry- Yes, Black Lives Matter
Poetry -Empty
..Beating her in and out. And there flying free, Her dreams escape her now. As morning sun arises, And newness hollers, "Free!" Lies the skeleton of survival, No longer needed or in need.
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Poetry- Remembered Forgotten
In dreams they stay.
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Poetry- Simple Life Retreat
A morning of gratitude.
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Poetry- Steady on the Throne
Love lives there,
And filters down
For trying moments
In silenced sound.
When world erupts
And plans change.
It's Christ alone,
That Holy Name.
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Poetry – Alone
Chosen Perception
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Poetry- Covered Sin
Forgiven and free.
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Poetry- Quiet Warrior
A poem of strength and honor.
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Poetry- Left Behind – Grief
A few words on grief and loss.
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Five Minute Friday- Relief-An Addiction Story
There was relief
In the final sigh..
When surrender felt
Like breath of life..
