Saints look down
On the
Modern congregation

Color weeps through

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Catherine Jarvis

the silence is louder than we think
try our best to avoid it
it listens
just waiting to be heard
at the very last moment

embrace it
‘til it becomes a comforting tune 

to know that one day
  we’ll get there

there is no escape
from the
silence.

How is it my hands now feel foreign on your once familiar skin?

wrap your arms around me, and I'll be your wings.

When cooking the mind concentrates,
Washing dishes the mind wanders.