what of nature then?if life borne of death let mystery endneedles surround me and i am undone and yet called to beginwhat life have i yet to receive? GIF from the film Solaris by Andrei Tarkovsky
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MA FLORA i
truth finds me now,as a thread,unthreading seams i’d sewnthe needle is a pineand if i am natureand nature within mei’d pray as i unravel that truth console my need GIF from the film Solaris by Andrei Tarkovsky
writing ‘blood of love’
often i’ll write about my relationship with God in a way that might be uncomfortable for some. notably, all of my writing about God is in the form of a conversation. i think God values absolute honesty in communication, even if it is at times heretical. i feel when i am able to speak withContinue reading “writing ‘blood of love’”
inasmuch i am speechless
in each beginninggravity invitesto dwell amongst the sand and starsto become like one another and pull at each of the opposites it was Abram, directed and removedat a wall in a desertwhere history had yet been provedto have been more than a lineand like gravity, Abram now Abrahamforsaken to climb once again a beginning PhotosContinue reading “inasmuch i am speechless”
decidedly yours
true, unsaid little virtueswhat common things i’ve yet to graspmysteries, survive mewhat lies below a lakedo you gaspfrom fathom of discoverywhile lungs fill with water,best do my breathingwhere the air is decidedly yours photo by Andrew Dalrymple OCEANOGRAPHY_02
importance over penance under forgiveness over ignorance under importance
faith without reason is a miserable choiceand the breath of a deity is a need to rejoice but why are you so sullen now?there’s a God who forgivesour need to feel confidentis what vanity is Christians,Christians, what blessing hath he left us though?the dealings of our lives are aptly called an ebb and flow archaicContinue reading “importance over penance under forgiveness over ignorance under importance”
blacksnow in Spring
when beetles wake from days of winter cavingand the needles on those pines are all but changingit’s long undone honey, it’s me you saw bleeding with the riverthe snow that melts and reels me into shiversi’m redefined photo by Juan Manuel Castro Prieto PORTUGAL RISING FROM THE ASHES
the noise was terrible
it’s suddenly dark it’s awfully darkif light was a sound it was loud covering ears to deafen the fearsencompassing me like a cloud
‘little hope’
‘little hope’these are lovely words,what fathers sing and a father exposedon calvary
