More than a Dream

More than a dream that I wake from, snatching with empty, aching hands at the wisps of light fading fast to darkness— You are the One I wake to every time, unfaded brilliance, strong and sure, the only true God. –

Why?

Maybe it was the seed. Maybe the soil. Maybe the weather. Or maybe roses don’t grow in the dark. –

Awakened

I walked in the shadows, trying to fit their dreamworld, hoping it would make sense. I forgot who You made me to be. I cut a zigzag trail, zipping from this scene to that, led by all the options. I forgot who You made me to be. The colors of the world were […]

How Far [the Dishes] Go

This is the lament of a young girl, inspired by a combination of Moana’s “How Far I’ll go” and her own experience of washing dishes after Christmas dinner. She hopes that this song will inspire future generations to greater efficiency in meal prep and table setting (i.e. don’t use every dish in the kitchen for […]

Haunted

Walk out across the lonely hills. Stand still and shiver with the trees. The chilling breezes creep on through the gaping holes that no one sees, and, ghost-like, walk among the daffodils. The silence hovers like a cloak. She covers secrets in the air— lost words, lost songs, lost screams, lost souls— that no […]

Idol Smasher

These sculptures of renown, bewitching works of art that catch the sun and shine— each one of them is mine. I cannot trust my heart to tear these idols down. But He who wields the Word has set His heart to war. He smashes myths I trust and beats the gods to dust until I […]

Genuine Beauty

It seems that beauty comes in jars we buy with time and money dealt again, again. We need those paints for canvases of skin as each new age-defying trick we try, enslaved to perfect images that lie. We redesign our destinies to win An immortality of form and then our strength still wanes and fails, […]

Fallen World

The earth was broken on the day when death first claimed her as his place, and all the beauty of earth’s face could never hide her heart’s decay– for we have known the cold embrace of death in graves that we call life. He leans in close to thrust his knife, reminding us that we […]

Snoozing

Time kept knocking, and I kept turning it away. And that is how I lost the day. –

Death Crippled

A crunch of fruit, and Death slipped his hands around God’s masterpiece and squeezed, pressing the life out nice and slow. Every child delivered, he caught by the throat. Some, he strangled straightaway. Others, he dragged gasping across the rugged terrain of years to the graveyard. No one escaped his grasp. Not even God. Death […]

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Author: Holli