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Who You Are

Who You Are

Fingers rarely grace the crevices of your scars Hands seldom explore the curvatures of your arms How deep, how intimate how beautiful Not just to see but to handle all their parts To touch beyond their skin to gently memorize their heart “Everyone sees how you...
•••Belong•••

•••Belong•••

Don’t belong to people or places, stereotypes or stale regrets, expectations, fears, nor false selves. Belong to the poems inhabiting your heart and the song lines running laps in your mind. Belong to the moments that bloom into memories like fleeting gifts unwrapped...
Advent Day 8. A poem from Galatians 4:4,5

Advent Day 8. A poem from Galatians 4:4,5

For God to place Himself in the womb of a willing woman ruled by rules in order to free every enslaved soul has got to be the greatest Trojan Horse and Love tale ever told. David Tensen from Advent reading Dec 8th Galatians...
Advent Day 7. A poem from Isaiah 61:1-4

Advent Day 7. A poem from Isaiah 61:1-4

If you’ve ever felt poverty’s cold hand grip the small of your spine you will know how the warm touch of the sun’s hopeful rays beaming over the binding of your chest, deep into the chambers of your heart, always arrives as good news. David Tensen from Advent reading...
Sandpaper

Sandpaper

Yesterday I wrote just a phrase in 0.7mm HB lead on a yellow sticky note and that is how a poem is conceived Like that first spark that draws the eye creative desire plays with the words And you ask, What was the phrase? “grit comes on sandpaper” As I mull...
Advent Day 6. A poem from Isaiah 52:1-7

Advent Day 6. A poem from Isaiah 52:1-7

Put on something nice, for God’s sake. Feel strong in your skin. Ask yourself, how many gods dare judge you blindly and call you beautiful? How many gods dare ransom you from the heavy chains you wore as a necklace? Remember: Riches cannot redeem a soul sold for...