Prodigal Love
To say goodbye is to die a little Then comes the soul shattering silence And the pain of memories that float around like dreams that…
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To say goodbye is to die a little Then comes the soul shattering silence And the pain of memories that float around like dreams that…
Heaviness. That is the feeling close to loneliness. Together yet far apart, as we try to mend our broken hearts. Loneliness. That is the feeling…
In dreams or still awake I see the path unfolding your hand beckons and waves, I try to follow and I fall. Where is the…
Jesus, everything hurts, and I wish that it did not. And I wish that you were the God who makes it all go away, but…
Written by a forgetful, wanting, neglectful, dishevelled human who yearns for good, and is thankful for a more religious, perfect constant. I hope this is…
My father-in-law passed away May 15, 2016. I wrote this after he passed. The first of the week, I thought how in the mid nineties,…
You are carrying me back to greener pastures, even in the midst of this dry wilderness, this ceaseless wandering at the mouth of the Promised…
Rev. Donald Hatch came with the merger, so with my three year old egocentricity I had with the church building, I assumed he was my…
Photo by Ágatha Depiné on Unsplash “God, you’ve got to do something,” Jesus said. “Well, you’re God, too, Son, why don’t you take care of…
I read his love letters I read them over and over again, top, end and centers They made me sad, a deep pit in my…
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