In a sunlit slice of ancient time, where tales find their crest,We disciples stood witness, to a faith truly put to the test.There, amidst the footprints of sand and sounds of the divine,The Canaanite woman’s voice rose, her destiny to entwine. “Son of David!” she called, her voice breaking the […]
Making Ghosts Beneath our Feet
In the heart of tempest’s bluster, midst the waves that did conjoin, The disciples saw a figure, in the dim, faint moonlight’s shine. ‘Twas a form, so unfamiliar, moving with celestial grace, In the stormy sea it wandered, not a ripple, not a trace. “Is it but a ghost?” they […]
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A Beacon in the Tempest
In the patterned cloths of upbringing, thread by thread, we’re often bound,In the whispers of our households, where unspoken truths resound.As we navigate existence, political views are often found,Yet they never tell the whole of who we are, nor where we’re bound. They ask me, with their puzzled gaze, my […]
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Shadowed by the Cross’s Reach
Pastors stand beneath the spire, shadowed by the Cross’s reach, Guiding hearts through life’s mire, entrusted with God’s speech. In robes of hope, they lead the flock, toward light’s embrace, Yet even they, against the clock, can stumble in the race. From pulpit high, they weave the words, threading love’s […]
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The Heart of the Storm
In the heart of the storm where judgments roar, As a pastor, a shepherd of God’s own core, A beacon of faith, yet so much more, Queer, neurodivergent, once a convict’s score. Emotions rise, like waves upon a shore, Anger surfaces, a lion’s mighty roar, Not the primal beast, but […]
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In Shadows Cast…
In shadows cast, a tale unfolds, Of love that’s pure, yet pain takes hold. A gay child’s heart, so tender, true, With a husband by his side, in love they grew. But in his mother’s eyes, a cloud resides, Her acceptance falters, love’s light subsides. The son, he yearns for […]
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The Rhythm of Rebirth’s Beat; a poem about friendship!
In the vast expanse of life’s intricate landscape, Like a brush in the hands of a kind artist’s keep, There exists a power, an incandescent cape, Of friends, who sow hope when life’s valleys grow deep. Gone are the shadows of desolation’s nights, For friends are the dawn, bursting with […]
