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 […]

Mary’s Tears

The night has taken Israel and drawn its blackness across the world like a shroud. The dark has bound us like our hopes, sealed up in a tomb. Does the God of Israel sleep? Does the LORD forget His people? A mother cannot sleep. A mother cannot forget her child. I have rocked him in […]

Forgiven

The scowl of the skies— the black and churning clouds like vultures rounding me. The howl of the crowds, their dark and burning eyes with, “Guilty!” hounding me. The depths of grief I know, like swords thrust to the hilt. The plea upon my lips— a shattered cry of guilt. And still the deadly […]

The Splendor of the Son

Oh, the splendor of the Son, bowing in the midnight shade— Your will, not mine, be done. With the lights of supper gone, He faced the dark and prayed. Oh, the splendor of the Son. Freely, tears began to run as His purpose weighed. Your will, not mine, be done. The perfect […]

The Challenge of Description

A simple question that you ask– It must seem strange I’m fumbling the task– they are my people after all, and yet I find that love has built a wall that language cannot penetrate. I am not fluent in the ways– how do you wrestle people to a phrase, confining complex spirits to mere […]

Human Brilliance

If we really are the sun, why is it night when dark clouds come? —

The Price of Love

I’ll take a thousand thorns if I can hold that rose. —

Invisible

I wonder sometimes after wind blows through the trees, racing with the leaves, playing with the branches. I wonder—did the trees know the wind was there? Did the wind know she was not seen? […]

Glory of a Little Life

Is it a little life? hidden quietly away? lost between the mountains? Like a book that someone dropped? laughing and talking? and then forgot to miss? Do the pages feel old? like dull sentences re-written? on page after page after page? The world is loud and wild and flashing with triumphs. […]

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Author: Holli