Lord i will trust in you,
in my waiting
in my wanting
in my brokenness,
i will trust in you.
t.w.
fever dreams.
like a fever dream
you’re now gone
and i catch myself
playing back memories
that might have
never happened.
t.w.
seasons.
and that’s the thing about seasons: they end.
no matter how much you will them to stay.
t.w.
a prayer for today.
keep me tender O Lord,
that i may grow sensitive
to your movements;
that i may discern your
voice in the crowd.
may i not cling to hate
but rather face the
pain i feel when
hate is gone.
t.w.
excerpt 05.
what a tragedy it would be
to let beautiful words go unspoken.
t.w.
fault lines.
we’ve grown so far.
apart.
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ghosts.
you became a ghost
not when you left
but when a part of you
decided to stay.
t.w.
fetters.
more often than not,
each man forges
his own fetters.
he chooses —routinely unwitting—
who his next master will be.
and once his shackles are secured,
he often finds himself
too occupied with his chains
to realize he has become the only man
who can also craft the key.
t.w.
paper hearts.
my paper heart
continues to bleed
ink and love.
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burn out.
i’d rather burn out fast
than fade out slow.
—
but what am i supposed to do
when it feels like both.
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emaciated.
…because after all,
the worst thing you could feed a starving
man is false hope that he will soon be fed.
t.w.
make of me.
i didn’t know
what to make of you.
but it looks like you knew
exactly what to make of me.
t.w.
a prayer for today.
Lord, would you make this
hardened heart tender and let
your words fall afresh on me.
renew my mind in your grace
and peace today, O Christ.
t.w.
a prayer for today.
remind us of your faithfulness O Lord,
that you will not forsake your children
when they turn to you.
t.w.
foreign climes.
the true danger lies in the chance that
a man might never grow tired of living
in the bogs of his own unreality.
because there, in his delusion, he remains
unexposed to the full breadth of
intricacy and nuance, truth and pain,
love and fear, the dichotomies of the
human experience. he only ever relieves his
aches in the shallow pools of vanity and pity,
the poorest salves. because in his bog, there
exists no purpose other than that of avoiding
pain, no matter the cost incurred on his soul.
t.w.
a prayer for today.
my hope and confidence remain
fervently in the Lord.
let my heart not be severed
from his love.
—
Lord, show me what it means
to truly remain in you.
let my heart be patient
before you Lord.
t.w.
a prayer for today.
the Lord is my victory,
for i am not capable on my own.
i rest in the shadow of his mighty wings.
i rely on him through the tumult of the day
and the iniquity of the night,
for His goodness goes before me.
the Lord is my victory.
t.w.
larrea tridentata.
i’ve run out of
beautiful ways to say
i miss you.
t.w.
a prayer for today.
Lord i will sing your praises endlessly,
for you have delivered me from evil.
you have held me up with your mighty hand
and put my sins to death before me.
i will praise you, the maker of all things,
with joy in my heart and on my lips.
for i am madly in love with the Savior
who rescued me from my wretchedness.
t.w.
lasting detrition.
the lies that lay upon the floor,
they hunt and seek,
a viper at my heel.
always wanting something more.
how can one refuse an imposition:
the inklings of the heart.
i am convinced some things
outlast a lasting detrition.
t.w.