We stumble, bleeding from our wounds, weak from loss. We carry damaged hearts—throbbing arrhythmias—pain, pain, and numbness, pain, numbness, numbness, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain… We run, racing our overprotective minds to safety—to darkness. We hide, we shield, we bandage, but the wounds are infected. We cannot heal ourselves. Oh Jesus, Lord of all, who […]
Read more "With His Wounds We Are Healed"Come, O gentle Light of dawn, and rest your hand upon my weary head. Come, sense the sickness in my soul and dress and tend the whole where I have bled. Spread your warmth upon my cold for You alone can mold and wake the dead. Come, and dawn from glow to blaze, and speak […]
Read more "Come, O Gentle Light of Dawn"A sea of chatter filled the air around: the shouts and laughter–turbulent and loud; and Bartimaeus, sitting on the ground raised his voice to shout above the crowd. The darkness pressed like noise upon his eyes. His heart, suspended, barely touched its beat. And yet he shouted, focused on the prize and would not stop, […]
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