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Above the clouds— swaying grass, tickled feet; the summit view— sprawling earth-blend art; an eagle passing; the rich, unending sky; the thrill of going heart on heart— forever. –

Changed

It’s hard to watch the hands of time, dismantling the past. unscrewing memories, packing up the artifacts in boxes to bury someplace. The house I loved, taken board by board, is not the place it was before— but lonely, struggling to stand, in a forgotten field. My elders—where are they? Time has damaged […]

Variable Part 2–Picking a Name

The world seemed unusually cheerful that mid-afternoon with the strong smell of freshly cut grass and the warmth of sunshine on skin. A smile crept across the woman’s face, and her eyes fluttered open. Above her the puffy, white clouds drifted in the sky—free. Just like her. She laughed—a sudden, care-free laugh. It felt good to […]

Good Gifts

hand-fashioned of gold in a flawless design, and no less beautiful when they are theirs, not mine –

Christian Identity

We are not poor— snatching at the crumbling goods of barbaric societies. We are not helpless— mustering life-power from dying bodies. We are not unknown— clambering for the stage that collapses into dust. We are not ashamed— covering up the crash sites of our faulty trust. We are not desperate— gobbling […]

Wonder of the Rain

Just look at the enchanting rain! Falling like a silver veil. I wonder at the people who complain at so beautiful a thing. They push back curtains and only see de-styled hair and wrecks of plans—as if the earth were meant to be the steward of our whims. Of course, the conscientious ranks […]

Gentle Father

Gentle Father, hold Your child. The stones of life have bruised the heart and left a tear-streaked, trembling face, inconsolable to any other— Your child cries for You. Bend down and brush the tears away, and take Your own into your arms. Lay the wearied on Your shoulder, to comfort with Your daddy-whispers […]

Take the Lamp

It seems a cold, dark shaft where love would bid me go— deep beneath the hills. The memories, sand-like, blow— a heart-blinding draft. I’ve walked the caves before— walked them with a thief until the stars were gone; I know the haunting grief— and I cannot anymore. But I forget that love, with […]

to the little gods

little gods, who fabricate preeminence and struggle endlessly for sovereignty, surrender to your Maker, and know peace. –

Modern Love

She asked the world for love— he gave her pleasure. She asked the world to stay— he left a dagger. –

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Author: Holli

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