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The Associate Pastor’s Tirade
Part I We barrelled into Church a motley crue, composed of one shoeless screaming to be shirtless, who wanted to run and climb. Hung from the other arm was one whose Only desire was to scream and run, but Who had cried out "I want Jesus" in the parking lot. I came for the Living... Continue Reading →
Please Don’t Let Me Die
That song is playing agan The one I play to praise when I'm afraid I won't make it this time. "Even when it hurts" I pray again with beads Clutched in my hand Like a holy card or nun Oh, God, Please don't let me die. It's another one of those nights, I don't know... Continue Reading →
When Did I Stop Writing Poetry?
When did I stop writing poetry? Was it when I told you who I was? Was it when this place online Became a place in your face Without somewhere to hide mine? When did I start preaching Like so many talking heads Doing the things I don't do Yet learned to, but still don't Understand... Continue Reading →
Stay: For those in Isolation
Dear Friend, You are lonely tonight. When the rest of us cheered Delighted at time away, Your heart quaked in fear. You were faced with isolation, Alone with yourself, You are haunted by your demons. I have fought that dark fight When night seems endless I begged for release and screamed While no one could... Continue Reading →
Recoil
Here’s a poem inspired by a scrupulousity spiral yesterday Recoil I read a meditationAnd it said,“Picture yourselfAmong the crowdThat crucified Jesus.A few Easters agoI cringedWhen the Gospel instructed,[Crowd speaks]Crucify Him.I trembled. In the name of guiltWe daydream we areMurderers of GodThe worst sinners we could beBut I am not evil.I spent my entire lifeTrying not... Continue Reading →
Original Sin
When I gave birth the third time, Everyone told me what a perfect birth it was. They marveled at how calm and "unafraid" I was, How I "roared" my baby earthside. I've ached in that lie for a while now, Lost in their awe and my own despair. What they didn't know is that While... Continue Reading →
Ugly Cry, or, My Awakening: The Tension Between Cultivating Joy and Feeling Heard
Lately, I have been feeling like a ping pong ball in my own head. I'm learning a lot about a lot of things, but the problem is they all seem to contradict each other. I am learning how to cultivate joy, but I am also learning how to give myself space to be sad, I... Continue Reading →
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