fri|end

You tore a hole through
The threads of our time
The patchwork red and harrowing
Purples deep as the bruise
A pattern of black cuts through
The fabric; it is thick and cruel as
Your thoughts. No warmth for
Suffering soul, no quilt for
The quivering. You were an
Empty case adorned with praise
Because your tongue spoke no kindness
Your heart gave no grace

I grew new eyes but
You grew no ears
What to say of you?
A demon of light? An
Angel of hell
How must I think of you?
My brother, my foe
How can a tree watered with truth
Bear no truth, unless inside the
Twisted knots lies a
Tired, scared thing
But you didn’t have to hurt me
You didn’t have to kill me too

ἐγείρω

Sailing like the
ocean breeze, a
daughter swore with
broken knees
"We must be oceans
grand, my dear, whose
majesty comes from
quiet streams and a
depth-descending deeps."

There are wars with
hands and wars with
hearts, and while
violence may subdue,
love conquers all.

Be kind, be soft--
Gentle skin may bruise, but
it's the only kind that
feels.

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נָשָׂא

It was not enough to
see you fall. I
want to see you
crumble, for
you are built of dust.
Your words are putrid,
your flame is black.
O brother, what am I to
think of you? For
in your eyes I glimpsed
both demon and light
Your hands wield destruction,
but still they stretch into
troubled sky to grant the
Lord His glory?

You are blind and
the truth will
find you out.

But I am finding myself on
shores of grace, and
as I approached ever near, tears
began to well in my eyes
because I, too
am dust, bitter
as the earthen grave.
But knowing You who
are light resplendent,
glowing, transcendent and
pure, I am washed with
the fragrance of life,
Your blood for my
jaded bones.

Was I to bleed forever still,
when blood to cleanse already spilt?
Father, teach me how
to forgive.

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αναπνοή

Walker of waves,
still my heart

Restless soul, I
found you by the sea
you were a
wild child with
bruised knees, and
He found us both, pale
as ghosts on the shore—
gently-breathing breathless lungs
And into His arms I ran
"Child, welcome home."