Your skin
Pressing comfort
As i feel your weight and warmth
Reminding me
Like a gentle pinch
That I am real
Reminding me
That you are real too
That you see me
And I see you.

Those who use others
For their own gain
Stealing their labor
As surely as stealing their house
For the ground on which you stand
Is sacred
And will not forever allow you
To desecrate its gentle soil
With your cruelty.

I do not miss
Ice cream cones or toys
Of childhood.
I do not long to curl
In my mother’s arms
Though I might
Miss that too.
I miss waking every morning
And immediately knowing
That today is sacred.



My mind is a shadow box
Shapes around me
Shadows indistinct
Playing out scenes
That i don’t understand
And my interjections
Feel strange and foreign
In their shadow world

I am too tired
To confront
This dark night
That never seems to leave

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I desperately need the words of God… why?

I urgently need the words of God. Constantly around us are lies and deceptions. The word of God is more than just words—they are spirit and they are life. Our spirits within us are wasting away, fainting to hear truth, to hear the heartbeat of God. God breathed his spirit into us, and since the time of Adam the essence of who we are is spirit. When we read the word of God, our very spirits are quickened as they awaken to the reality of who we truly are.

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