Life
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A Traveler’s Admission
This is not our home. I’ve seen realities that break my heart, bring me to bitter sorrow. I’ve met people who fill me to overflow with hope, an offering of light for tomorrow. When air becomes hard to breathe, I seek to disappear. Somehow, someway, there’s always You who meets me here. I see clearly,…
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Pain in the Pass-ion
The line is long enough. I do not care to file in with those who readily offer their anecdotes to following or dismembering one’s passion. Passion, after all, quite literally in ancient terms means “to suffer”. Oh, what a pain it brings. Giving of oneself vulnerably, genuinely. It leaves a mark. A deep and bloody…
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Well within us
A brief teleological exposé, if you will. I’m writing this for my friends and myself. It is fought for and hard. But, it’s good. Take heart, friend. Two points here toward the tension I personally feel and bodily carry. Echoed in conversations of shared reality with friends, family, and colleagues. Present in the eyes of…
Share your good. 