I started this blog, a poem a day, flung out to the world, words of faith, of hope, of recovery… I started it as a tool not of serenity, of surrender but to market, to hype. Day after day, seven […]
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Wickedness
Since no man knows the future, who can tell him what is to come? No man has power over the wind to contain it; so no one has power over the day of his death. As no one is discharged […]
Continue reading »Cleansed
I hated to carry my friends for the car spoke volumes to those who knew of car-veiled hedonism, of fast food shoved quickly to hide the evidence, save for the crumbs that clung. Long time past, car washes inane, the […]
Continue reading »The Comfort Factor of Lies
There is never any final comfort in a lie. However closely we may have hugged a lie to our bosom, the moment we see it to be a lie, we should be wise to part with it. Those who take […]
Continue reading »A Humain God
“But, John,” I said quietly, “isn’t that just what you have accused God of doing when you said it was his will? Call your little boy’s death the result of mass ignorance, call it mass folly, call it mass sin, […]
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