Making Ghosts Beneath our Feet
WhovianPastor
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…
Poetry
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…
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,…
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…
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…
Psalm 139:1-14 – A Living Prose
Oh, Eternal Light, you have searched me, and you know me completely. You know when I sit and when I rise; you discern my thoughts from afar. You are intimately…
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…
In this Queer, Divided World
In a world divided, a heart feels worn, Navigating paths, both fierce and forlorn, A weary mind, with battles to endure, For being queer in a world unsure. From every…