poetry

writing gives the soul permission to grow and heal.

when clouds gather, find a form of creativity that speaks to you--one that reminds you that no storm lasts forever.

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Become

Lord, make me a mountain that I may withstand the wind and tower over adversity. And He said, the mountains suffer the wear of the wind...

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Love first, let thought follow

Somewhere in the space between a prayer and open sky. A familiar pull, it beckons me, and I close my tired eyes. A world turned bright;...

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When the stone was rolled away

“Mother, tell me the story, once again, when the stone was rolled away. Of angels there, of the empty tomb, and the words you heard him...

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brother's keeper

the boy’s father left, life isn’t fair that way. but he had a man to look to, an older brother who’d stayed. after tears, the boy smiled,...

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Let them call to Me

the sun is setting, will you lift them? Let them call to Me their souls are weary. Let them call to Me their minds are heavy, their heads...