WAIT
a poem about suffering and what it means to
W A I T
what I wouldn’t give
to rise
from this window seat of longing
and brave my way into the gray
and through the gray
to part
the veil that obscures life …
Posts Tagged with: Easter
good friday
Good Friday
Who am I, that you’d suffer and die
That your innocent blood would let
So that I’d be redeemed and now be free
To be the person I am not yet
The nails that …
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Good Friday
Who am I, that you’d suffer and die
That your innocent blood would let
So that I’d be redeemed and now be free
To be the person I am not yet
The nails that …
Read More →40 days
Lent is still kind of new and confusing to me. Every year when it arrives, I have to go google it and try to re-understand the history behind the custom so I can try to wrap my brain around it a …
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