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I don’t know how to quit. I am not made that way. I don’t give up.
I burrow into the earth and dig deeper roots.
I bend and dance, but through God’s grace, I mend—full of both fury and grace.

-Rhia Clay
Traveler May 28
I seen God
and then that’s all I could see!
Fun he’s having indeed
Pretending that he’s suffering
Pretending that he’s poor
Pretending that he needs a state of peace and war
And so we rest upon our thrown
And dream until we turn to stone
Traveler Tim
Marebear Jun 6
The roses grot, White doves fluttering by
Endless dreams in the sky
Untouched though, never taught how
Summer air and drenched leaves
For thou is not to teach
The dreams were never reached

The wind gliding through my soul
Little clouds flowing along
A melody of god's way untold
A repetition to understand
Listened once, forgot again

Grief they say is the last form of love
Being clawed away are these yearnings for more
They trim the leaves, water the roots
Maybe new buds, new petals, will bruit

To be god's fool, color blissful deeds
Petrels coot slandering lies above the water bed
Sent out to ramble of helpless needs,
in the blue canvas, never dead
When will the bluebirds coo?
Will they too
paint their sins, close to the dunes?

What if god is how you describe
with caressing hands and gentle eyes
You say his name so attentively
despite the one syllable Melody

When will her eyes glow for me
And not the being who took her loved
Simmering is a prayer on my lips
that is authored to no god.
The poem is about dreams unfulfilled, the religious misunderstanding of gods ways, and forbidden love for a girl who is religious. The person encounters grief and hopes for new love to sprout and talks about how liars will follow god but when will people who are not believers truly be happy? The person also yearns for the love of someone now willing to give it.
CallMeVenus May 26
[shadow:]
dear God,
lately,
i’ve forgotten how to be a person.
my hands feel too heavy.
my skin, too loud.
i keep failing at something
no one ever taught me.

my thoughts unravel like cheap thread,
and i keep trying to knot them quietly—
so no one sees the mess.

some days,
i’m just too tired of carrying
a soul that doesn’t sit right inside me.
like it was made for someone else.

– V


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[light:]
"you keep track of all my sorrows.
you have collected all my tears in your bottle."
— psalm 56:8

"the Lord is near to the brokenhearted
and saves the crushed in spirit."
— psalm 34:18

"so do not fear, for I am with you;
do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you;
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand."
— isaiah 41:10


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[shadow:]
i feel like a ghost,
pretending to deserve
food,
touch,
rest.

i move through the world like background noise.
i hurt when i’m supposed to hope.
and i run when i should reach.

i shrink from love,
because part of me still believes
i have to earn being seen.

– V


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[light:]
"you are precious and honored in my sight,
and because I love you,
I will give people in exchange for you,
nations in exchange for your life."
— isaiah 43:4

"come to me, all who are weary and burdened,
and I will give you rest."
— matthew 11:28

"even to your old age and gray hairs I am he;
I am he who will sustain you.
I have made you and I will carry you;
I will sustain you and I will rescue you."
— isaiah 46:4


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[shadow:]
i can’t tell anymore
if the numbness is mercy,
or judgment—
or maybe just You
not knowing what to do with me.

– V


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[light:]
"before I formed you in the womb, I knew you.
before you were born, I set you apart."
— jeremiah 1:5


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[shadow:]
i don’t want to perform
my way into being lovable.
i don’t want to be worshiped.
i want to be held.
softly. quietly. without audition.

‘i don’t feel like a person today.’
but i still talked to You
for an hour
on the highway.
and even when i ran out of words—
You stayed.

– V


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[light:]
"for I am convinced that neither death nor life,
neither angels nor demons,
neither the present nor the future, nor any powers,
neither height nor depth,
nor anything else in all creation,
will be able to separate us
from the love of God
that is in Christ Jesus our Lord."
— romans 8:38–39

"my grace is sufficient for you,
for my power is made perfect in weakness."
— 2 corinthians 12:9

[light whisper:]
"When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you.
When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned;
the flames will not set you ablaze."
— isaiah 43:2
Car rides with God hit different
Simon Bridges May 26
I repeat a mantra in a language
I cannot read
Listening  
                  From right to left
Writing each sound
              Repeating syllables
Until each link
As all in nature effects
                                 Another
Forty two letters
Seven sentences
           Each with six words 
Encoded
Born from the book
                           Of Genisis
Known as the 42-letter Name of God, the Ana beKo'ach is a unique formula built of 42 letters written in seven sentences of six words each. Each of the seven sentences correspond to the seven days of the week, seven specific angels, and to a particular heavenly body. The letters that make up Ana beKo'ach are encoded within the first 42 letters of the book of Genesis. Written originally in Aramaic.
Adedoyin May 24
He asked me, “What’s your type?”
Why? So you would pretend to be him?
Well, I have no type, but my Father would know.

“Who is your Father?”
The One that fills me with the act of love.
The One that hears my cry and answers.
The King of Kings, the Almighty Allah.

Come, I have asked Him.
My type is that man I would write thousands of poetry for—
Call him my bone and all of my existence,
But he will say, “No, your existence should be God’s presence.”

My type—when I tell him, “I love you from the depth of my heart,”
He would say, “Nah, I can’t take over God’s space, who am I?”
The man that would look in my eyes and will praise God
For blessing him with a vision to see mine.

My type is the kind that moves me closer to God,
To not become one love, but two children
Before their Father’s presence.
❤️✨
Viendo cómo caían las gotas de lluvia en su ventana, Luis, invadido por la melancolía, estuvo a punto de llamar a Gabriela, que había aprendido a dormir con lágrimas, y contarle cuánto la extrañaba. Hacía ya varios meses que no había comunicación y, desde ese momento, ella no había vuelto a casa.
Hubo muchas discusiones, gritos y silencios eternos.

Luis era un hombre tanto de grandes aciertos como de grandes errores. Su camino fue áspero. Pasó por momentos de ira, ansiedad y problemas con el alcohol: no paraba de beber. Muchas veces salía y no volvía, pero jamás le mintió ni la engañó.

Luego de una fuerte pelea, fue a su joyería. Quería regalarle una cadena de oro a su esposa. Un gesto de paz, desde el lugar donde solía brillar lo que sus propias manos forjaban.
De repente, se escucharon disparos.
Entraron ladrones al local. El corazón le latía con fuerza. Se tiró al suelo y se metió bajo un escritorio. Fue entonces cuando la luz de la ventana iluminó una Biblia. Tenía un versículo subrayado:
"Mira que te mando que te esfuerces y seas valiente; no temas ni desmayes, porque Jehová tu Dios estará contigo en dondequiera que vayas" (Josué 1:9).
En ese instante, no tuvo miedo.

Uno de ellos lo encontró. Le apuntó con el arma, intentó disparar, el gatillo sonó. Pero la bala no salió. El ladrón simplemente huyó.
Ahí entendió que el Señor no había terminado su obra.

Una noche, lleno de angustia después de tantas discusiones, le dijo a Gabriela:

—Sé que fue mi culpa. Acepto mi error.
Amor, perdóname.
Dame una oportunidad.
De demostrarte que he cambiado.
El mismo no soy, porque algo pasó un buen día… fue que Dios llegó a mi vida y la cambió.

En ese momento, ella no respondió. No sabía todo lo que había pasado.
Y con mucho dolor, no lo perdonó.

Días más tarde, en la iglesia, la melodía de "Tú no permitas" sonaba de fondo.
Entonces, Gabriela lo vio. Era Luis. Llevaba el traje de su boda. Sus ojos, hechos de cristal.
Su alegría fue tanta al verlo allí, que corrió hacia él.
Aunque seguía enojada, nunca dejó de orar por su esposo.

Le dijo:
—Uno puede ser vencido; dos, en cambio, resisten mejor; pues no se rompe fácilmente una cuerda de tres cabos (Eclesiastés 4:12).

Jehová, mediante un sueño, le había mostrado que ese día, tarde o temprano, iba a llegar.
Y fue ahí, no con flores, sino con lágrimas, donde se volvieron a encontrar.
No perfectos, no sin heridas.
Pero esta vez, con Dios entre los dos.

Y esa tarde, Gabriela ya no vio al hombre que la lastimó…
Sino al hombre que, con Jesús, volvió a nacer.
Porque el que está en Cristo, nueva criatura es (2 Corintios 5:17).
Todo puede empezar de nuevo si Dios está en el centro.
Kyla May 22
lying on a road of cars,
empty beneath the sky of stars
I ask the God who made them,
He who said do not fear
Who am I?
Where go I?
Why am I here?

My God, oh my God
I feel so endlessly lost
My God, oh my God
Neither leave me nor forsake me
Whatever my cost
Cadmus May 21
🛐

If my trust in God’s love were complete,

My prayers wouldn’t beg for change,

they’d whisper thanks for the earthquake .

☔️
Faith isn’t always a peaceful acceptance. Sometimes, it’s a whispered rebellion dressed as prayer. because belief is easiest when life is kind, and hardest when we’re asked to live without answers.
Kyla May 21
the boy loved God so much
he had no love left for me
i poured my love into his overflowing soul
and ended up in a biblical drought of my own making
it’s hard to love the source of your lack of love
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