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Guideposts Along the Barren Road
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Hello, everyone! I have recently published my first chapbook of Christian poems titled “A Voice in the Wilderness – A Chapbook of Poems about God”. This has been developed and polished over the past six…
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Walking on Air I once walked away from belief but only found air at my feet. All meaning and substance had ceased – pulled wherever passion blew me like the wind on a falling leaf.…
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ORION, THE HUNTER Orion, hunter of the skies, I’m jealous of you. Every time I look up I find you with your bow drawn and an arrow nocked, ready to be shot out into the…
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The Road to Recovery I tried walking away from madness, seeking peace. But found I was bound and a captive, unable to retreat. Astonished, I looked down at shackles clasped around my hands and feet.…
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Sun or Sorrow The wind may blow where it wishes and may change from day to day. But you can trust that this is where my heart will always stay. My love for you mocks…
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I Believe in Angels Now I was falling through black endless night until you caught and tucked me safely beneath your wings. You brought me back into the light where my heart once more could…
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Purpose Waiting in the darkness is the catalyst for change. A seed hides just beneath the soil and toils to germinate. It breaks out of its hard, lifeless shell and reaches desperately for the sun.…
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Morning Star Morning star, oh, how faithful you are to lead me across the sea of night. In the midst of my toughest fight, hope is never far – I can look up and find…
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Originally posted on InkSpiration Books Blog: (Originally published at https://www.inkspirationbooks.com/blogs/book-collecting-blog/books-and-tattoos-why-we-love-reading) I don’t have any tattoos. I’ve thought about it but have no real desire to get one. Mainly, I think, because I’d want my tattoos…
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The Race A Poem about Hard Times and Not Giving Up The race has run me ragged and has planted a stitch in my side. My burdens seem to keep getting added; I’m too weak…
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We love books because they are portals to our imagination. They take us places we always wanted to go, places we never thought possible, and teleport us to the deepest truths about ourselves that we…
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Holy Justice I heard his sobs as they walked him down the row, heard the shackles jingle, the whispers of people waiting for the show. I watched in horror as they strapped him to the…
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We’re Only Human The older we get the less certain we are of absolutes. But one thing we’re absolutely certain of is our flawed, human nature. When we’re children we yearn for the day we’ll…
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Intimacy With GodSpeaking in the silence,waiting in the midst of contemplation,listening on the other line of prayerawaits the answerto the relentless yearning of the human heart.Do not come seeking secret knowledge.Do not expect divine visions,to…
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Losing Myself I’m losing myself in pieces –every year fragments of my soulfeel swept away by time. My identity constantly decreases,and I’m beginning to feel like a strangerwithin the confines of my own mind. Yes,…
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Tug O’ War Engaged in a constant game of tug o’ war between your will and mine. Sweating out the hours. Eking out the days, muscles bulging in desperate exhaustion, clinging to dust. Why do…
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Starting Today – A Poem About Relapse If resisting was an easy task,who would be a slave?Who would part with a piece of themselvesfor the chance at an early grave?Willpower alone is enough to put…
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Magic I’ve experienced magic. I’ve witnessed countless spells and drank the words of a thousand potions. Been teleported to different countries and worlds, explored to the end of the universe, have dug to the center…
ALONG THE BARREN ROAD 