"And he was clothed with a vesture dipped in blood: and his name is called The Word of God...and death and hell were cast into the lake of fire.
This is the second death."
death haunts you, as does the apathy & arrogance of men. You think that somewhere, somehow, there has to be somthing valuable to latch onto and love, but all their philosophies and stories end in nothingness or kitzche. "There HAS TO BE A POINT to life, and the beauty and suffering of each small heart. Otherwise its not right."
Oh, why are you weeping and breaking my heart!
By merely existing, you make my silence cowardice
yeti'm uncomfortable knowing the ending of the story
when you don't -
embarrassed, like i looked in mom's closet before Christmas & i know what we're getting.
How do I tell you without alienating you? It's better than we ever imagined.
Lord,
for tomorrow i ask
for humility and a tongue
frozen till your Spirit loosens it.
i have two ears and one mouth,
one mouth and a patched-up heart
one heart and nothing there whatsoever to glory in
except the presence of your Son.
Lord,
for tomorrow i ask:
let me remember
Eternal & right-here God i praise you - i asked for a mouse hole and you broke down the door!
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