Category: poetry
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The Future is the Past
Read More →the thoughts of hell, I’m running with my hand in my mouth, I’m stumbling a bleeding side, loving helpless in the light, I’m crawling a short distance between you and me an easy reach to set me free green grass and sweet breath, going laying down my weapon, finding with the love of him, walking […]
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Jar of Clay
Read More →Behold this jar of clay whose form is disfigured. Its color is not consistant. It is hardened and cannot be worked with. It is a vessel to dishonor. No pleasure is to be found in it. It was not molded by the hand of God. It must, therefore, be shattered to pieces and melted, that […]
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Behold My Affliction
Read More →I behold a mother, one who should be enlarging the place of her tent stretching out the curtains of her tabernacle spreading out her hands to the poor and needy watching the ways of her household and refusing to eat the bread of idleness not letting her lamp be put out by night. Her value […]