God, For How Long? (A Lament)
I’ve carved a shadow in the mud I’ve dug my reflection into clay I’ve drawn Your image all around Going so deep that water flows A teary mix of a worn out soul I am drained of sorrow. I am drowning in “What if’s?“ There is no answer to the “Why, God?” There is no…
Keep readingThe Why’s
I am a creative. There is no doubting this. I don’t need to question this or know the “why’s.” But sometimes, I do ponder and think about why God chose to speak audibly to me in 2003. I know that it’s not necessarily important. But outside of being creative, I am also deeply analytical and…
Keep readingHoly Week: Maundy Thursday
Maundy Thursday: The Last Supper. The foot-washing. The wounds of the heart are an underground cemetery of seemingly lifeless things. There lies our secret shames, internal struggles, deepest pains, open wounds, wells of pride and legions of anxieties. On this Maundy Thursday, I think of my wounds. On this Maundy Thursday, I think of my…
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