Tag Archives: Truth

The Power of My Wound

Healing doesn’t happen all at once. Sexual trauma runs too deep, is much too complex for simple remedies. We have no Star Trek sickbay or magic tricorder to bind up the wounds, erase the battle scars. And would we want … Continue reading

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Wondering Why

Swirling thoughts implode upon each other in a dance I can’t control though I try to refocus emotions that smother radiant heat of sun high in blue sky I wrestle with questions wondering why my life filled with memories of … Continue reading

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Blue Sky Lies

No sunny Southern California blue sky watched over me the day everything changed. I grew up under an honest sun. Shining high in the cerulean sky it brought warmth. But here that celestial orb when it deigned to appear was … Continue reading

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Jesus Is All

He is all I need Heavenly Bread on which to feed Sustains me when spiritual hunger pains Deeply mire my soul in chains He is all I desire Divine Light when darkness is dire Illuminates the path of truth Redeems me from sins of … Continue reading

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No More Veil

The Holy of Holies Where God dwelt Behind a veil The High Priest knelt The veil of blue Purple and scarlet Barred the way Because of debt When on the cross My Jesus died Darkness fell And women cried The … Continue reading

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Shards of Clay

I am a shattered jar of clay Shards of me once upon the ground lay scattered I didn’t think I mattered to anyone at all Then the One who loves me each tiny shard gathered He pieced me together and … Continue reading

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Where I’m From

I come from eucalyptus-lined dusty dirt roads with dust devils swirling by the sun shining bright and an above-ground pool in the backyard, adjacent to the garden where carrots grow, next to dill and pickling cucumbers, purple green beans and … Continue reading

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