The Veil of the Veins
WhovianPastor
Beneath the skin, where shadows creep,Where silent specters nightly weep,There courses through, with muffled breath,A harbinger of quiet death. Oh! How it winds, how it ascends,Through veins and arteries, it…
Poetry
Fading
There’s a quiet in my bonesthat I don’t recognize.A weight beneath my skinpulls me into a stillness I can’t fight. Breath—once a thing I never thought about,now rattles like wind…
my daily prayer…
Ever-Present God, I come before You today, seeking Your strength and guidance. You have created me in Your image, and I know that I am fearfully and wonderfully made by…
A Man’s Man?
To be a man’s man, they say, Strong and silent, Guarded, like a fortress Whose walls never give way. But the mortar they use is fear, And bricks of shame…
Spoken Word: “Fragments of Faith”
In a world where whispers of faith should echo like thunder,We find ourselves lost in a labyrinth of our own making,Threads of belief tangled in the loom of our hearts,Where…
Boundless and Holy; a poem about love.
In the beginning,There was love.Not the kind that fits into the neat cornersOf man-made boxes,But the wild, sprawling expanseOf a divine sparkThat knows no limit, no end. I stand here,A…
My Faith Is Not a Cage
In a world that draws its lines,I stand at the crossroads.Where faith meets love,Where I meet myself,Queer and Christian,Not a contradiction, but a harmony,Not a struggle, but a truth. They…
As Soon As
In the hum of the city, in the pulse of the streets,We chase the “as soon as” with hurried feet.“As soon as I finish,” “as soon as I start,”The whispering…