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Sia Harms Apr 9
If I held the knowledge
Of the day I would die—
My last hours on this earth,
What would I do?
I thought of all the ways
I would satisfy my flesh—
But the one man who knew
The time of His death,
Decided to wash feet
And bow His face to the dirt,
Glorifying His Father in
His final time of suffering.
Sia Harms Apr 9
I can’t be

Happiness

Today, but

Let me be

Kindness.
Sia Harms Apr 8
The thoughts dawdled
As they walked through
The valves of my heart.
They repeated “I, I, I”
As if it were a passkey,
Fueling the sedation
That sunk into my body,
The darkness making
My limbs heavy and my
Head loll to the ground.
With every thought I
Made about me, the
Deeper I felt I was
N ot  W orthy
I am second.
Sia Harms Apr 8
I saw the reflection in the glass—

The shape of cheekbones
And straight, drooping lashes--
Lips that parted in awe
As they saw the face that
No longer belonged to me—
Only God’s creation.
Sia Harms Apr 7
My heart is always heavy.
But is it full to the bursting
With joy and purpose—
Or self-proclaimed doubt
And pressure?
Am I full of sadness and
Misgivings, or fueled by

The love of my Father?
Sia Harms Apr 7
I searched the city streets,
The gum-strewn sidewalk
And the hurrying people
With downturned eyes.

I searched the rainforest,
The ropes in the trees and
The family that lived too far
For frequent phone calls.

I walked the corners of my
House, wondering if my
Horizons were too wide—
But that was not the problem.

I searched the air in metal birds,
Looking for meaning in the
Formation of the stars, knowing,
Somewhere, I must belong.

I searched for a place to
Fill my heart and make it
Heavy with joy instead of
Sadness and leadweight loss.

I searched and I searched,
Over fairy moss hills and
Through low valleyways,
Above the towering treetops.

No matter how far or wide
I walked, my heart always
Longed for a home this earth
Could never provide.

I folded my legs under me,
Blocking out the beauty of
All I wished could fulfill,
And prayed to my Father.

His presence was the only
True home I would ever have.
Is that why it was so hard to
Live here, in this life?
Sia Harms Apr 6
They were tears of knowledge,
Dripping to my chin
And sinking into my clothes
Like his words.
The railcar sped past fields
Of emotions—
The details blurring together
As I processed.
My hands were folded in my
Lap, unmoving.
I searched for surprise among
The wildflowers,
But all I saw was the clarity
Of a conversation.
My heart was heavy, like a
Full rain trough
The day after a heavy storm,
And I felt the truth
In all of the disappointment.
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