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SøułSurvivør Dec 2016
of wolves through their own pores,
Those who've heard the whispering
of hell behind closed doors.
Those who've tried their mettle
with a blacksmith's blows,
Those who've climbed a thorny trellis
just to find a single rose...

You may have to climb a mountain
10,000 feet tall
And even then the haters hate
and make you feel small
You may have to dig six feet
to find comfort at all...

But there's a solid surface
beneath the muck & mire,
There's a conflagration...
Yes! There is a fire!
Though all seems hopeless
Though it all seems dire
If you ache, it's yours to take
should you so desire...

Though it all seems worthless
a crust of filthy dross
He'll take your hand
You'll understand

The way of the Cross


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/29/2016
The life of a Believer in the Lord Jesus Christ is never easy. It is often despised. But joy comes through the mourning...

Got to sleep now. See you tomorrow  <3
  Dec 2016 SøułSurvivør
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Times like these...
Just make you want to get up and run.


Forget the ache in your knee,
forget the weight on your back.
Forget the problems in your pocket,
forget the secrets in your sack.

Times like these...
Just make you want to dive deep.


Forget the myth of what lurks below,
forget the cautionary voices in your head.
Forget the whispers of restraint,
forget the monsters under your bed.

Times like these...
Just make you want to take off and fly.


Forget the wings that remain invisible,
forget the winds which refuse to carry.
Forget the bottom that awaits you,
forget the beckoning arms of gravity.

And take that leap into
the great unknown...

.
in the dark
compass spinning
wanton wind
howling, wailing
brittle arms
in concert waving
emerald waters
whipped and raging

sky crushed velvet
sequins sewn tight
to the shattered
span of night
a million times
each time as new
with stardust eyes
with gratitude
O morning sky of endless blue
Tinged with purply-pinky hue
You tell me of His mercies new
Whose heart pursues my own

O geese in wingèd winter's flight
Your honking cries arouse delight
And lift my gaze to seek thy sight
As wooing from His hand

O softest breeze which skims my face
And stirs with such mysterious grace
My soul to reach for Love’s embrace
You brush me with His kiss

O snowflakes falling to the ground
You pierce my heart without a sound
To crave a purity only found
Beneath a bloodied cross

O setting sun in half-light glowing
Waning day’s last glorious blush showing
You paint with fire my spirit’s own knowing—
This life is fading fast

O stars of midnight’s blackest sky
Paraded forth, you pull my eye
Toward One Who speaks this ceaseless cry:
“I’m coming back for you.”

O creeping fog to dawn’s light clinging
You whisper, Love’s veiled message bringing,
With haunting echoes faintly singing,
“Lose all of you in Him.”
~~~

"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world."  ~ Psalm 19:1-4a

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SøułSurvivør Dec 2016
The old house stood against the sea
Neglected and alone
Peeled paint and blasted tree
Bleached as unearthed bones

Windows cracked and broken
There upon the heath
Doors mouths with words unspoken
A fence of rotten teeth

The gardens are untended
The ivy overgrown
Supporting beams so bended
The house should crumble down

Walk into ancient fairylands
Where the furnishings are dust
The curtains torn to greying strands
The chandelier is rust

Alone a peeling mirror
Along the wall I see
I look into it's empty depths
And behold the poet... ME.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/28/2016
I've been gone a long time again. I haven't been on any social media, including Facebook. Christmas has been very hectic. I made all my presents as I could not afford to buy any. I could give you a million excuses as to why I have not been here. The truth is that I could not tell you what has been happening with me. I have been in a deep depression. This Soul was not Surviving well. The holidays are always really hard for me, even though I have family. I don't know if it's the winter coming on in my Scandinavian blood, or the fact that my mother was always very depressed this time of year also. But lately I have been thinking of you all a lot. So here I am, hat in hand, asking your forgiveness once again for my absence. Belatedly I offer you:

Happy thanksgiving!

Merry Christmas!

And all the best for the new year... I will be around for that. Please forgive me!
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