I had to love you until the fire burned all the way out. I gave breath to the embers, begged the coals to stay alive. And when only the smoke remained, I cowered and hid. Finally, laying what was left in a pile of ash outside. I found peace in the daze of smoke and fog, The unknown felt kinder than the typical unrest. When the haze lifted, the pestilence took over. I felt the lonely set in and whisper delusions of what’s next. There were days I carried ghosts upon my back, Co

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Though I walk on new ground, new paths, new land, This feels familiar but freshly aligned with where I am supposed to stand. I...

This is a poem about the waiting, and how it longs often impatiently.

There are days that I’m good at letting You know how trusting in You I am. Some days I feel You so close that my heart burns as You talk...