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Waves crash bitterly, Biting harshly at the shore; Joy moves, washed away.
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Sometimes life bluffs us into thinking that this world is a great, cosmic poker game. Some are dealt unlucky hands and some just seem to have all the aces tucked up their sleeve. And everyone thinks you need a good hand to win. But God is no respecter of person, which means that he cannot... Read More
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So often we build for ourselves a house of cards that can so easily be shaken, yet we refuse to admit our own frailty. And still we cannot comprehend the fact that we are not the makers of our destiny. Sometimes we create for ourselves a future. We look through the window of tomorrow and... Read More
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He stood alone on a dark hillside and watched the world. Lights blinked and the wind whispered mysteries to the midnight stars. The hill before the young man undulated in the moonlight as each stalk of untouched wheat moved to the will of the brisk October air. There was a town there beneath him, an... Read More
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Thoughts at Lucca’s Coffeehouse
I wandered last night. Moving around through the desolate cities creates almost a false sense of refinery. For some reason each time I turn a corner and I’m greeted by hundreds of buildings I feel as though mankind as achieved something… yet it’s a strange paradox. The streets are ghostly on their own. The freezing... Read More
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People walking down the street, saying everything is fine. They can see it coming, but they don’t have time. Everyone is moving-Hell prepares her gates- Entering eternity and finding it too late. People open up your eyes. Strangely it seems that we’ve lost our sense of sight, Walking in the shadows, so afraid to show... Read More
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A talkative brook, 20 feet wide and the color of burnt midnight, runs by on the left. Patches of translucent sepia glow in sun-formed patterns. The stream speaks with the voice of a thousand whispers, taking occasion to slap the air with its wetness. Ever-appearing foam streaks accentuate the lumbering, potato-like stones. A mossy stick... Read More
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I am afraid, Lord. My soul is aching and I weep for the passion that does not exist. Our lives are too easy, too difficult – a paradox of crippling proportions. The only thing worth having is painfully eating away at me until I am afraid of death, but to forsake the painful necessary is... Read More
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He was an outcast with a doomed directive. His cries would go unheeded and his tears would fall unnoticed. The only comfort Jeremiah could find in this life was the assurance that he was right, and the only protection he knew was in the arms of God. He forsook the world to embrace the message... Read More
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The battlefield is set and each warrior is numbed by the blood pounding in his ears and the sound of an uncertain tommorrow. Like a deathly breeze, the wind of a hundred thousand frightened men gasping and blowing their last breath sweeps across the the field and dark spots appear before their eyes. Without warning,... Read More
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It is darkness, and I do not dare open my eyes. Pressing my lids tighter, the retinal fireworks explode and celebrate fear’s victory, while the prisoner lays quivering in his bed. Somewhere, a thousand miles away perhaps, a grandfather clock swings its long pendulum and beats each passing moment into my ears as my heart... Read More
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Every Brilliant Rose Draws Blood
Beneath the eyes of heaven, dusty shadows push the sun westward, Into the dark night beyond, without sound, save Cattle moving endlessly through fields of black grass, gently crushed. Black forms eagerly approach that sleep of death, With thick poison climbing like clover honey. Peach pits break teeth in the midst of sweet nectar while... Read More
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A sliver slipped beneath the skin Of one whose soul bore pain within; This broken body, rent and torn, Lay trembling on a dew-touched morn. The hand of Conscience, beaten, red Moved slowly down the wood and bled. An angry heaven wept its light As if to make the darkness right, And purge the valley... Read More
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Awakened by the sound of retreating sun and advancing moon, A tired soul lies silent in the throes of time, Staring blankly with tear-rimmed eyes into a future Filled with familiar strangers that know him all too well. A thousand voices fading haunt him from behind, Yet nonexistant sounds of hope ring clear from tomorrow’s... Read More
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“It took the wise men longer to find through wisdom what the shepherds found through revelation.” -Keith Gardner They were willing to give time, effort and reputation to seek the Savior-child, and they were not satisfied until the found Him. They knew who to worship and they brought Him gifts that cost them something. If... Read More
Hello, I’m Jesse.
