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Alyssa Underwood Apr 2017
Might there be a fountain
where souls long dead from thirst
find spirits raised to life in floods abounding free,
so that what once walked as corpse,
night-bound and blind, may see?
Old self exchanged for Treasure, diving in
tastes such rejuvenation as can't
be weighed by mortal measure—
wine unlike our earth-grown fruit whose petals fall,
from this Vine flowers the pleasantness of Love Divine
which bathes in healing waters all
who come as humble newborn with bold **** to dine.
"Jesus answered, 'Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.'"  John 4:13-14

"Then Jesus declared, 'I am the bread of life. He who comes to Me will never go hungry, and he who believes in Me will never be thirsty.'"  John 6:35

"On the last and greatest day of the Feast, Jesus stood and said in a loud voice, 'If anyone is thirsty, let him come to Me and drink. Whoever believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, streams of living water will flow from within him.'"  John 7:37-38

"'I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in Me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from Me you can do nothing.'"  John 15:5


Structure inspired by a poem from the journal of Jim Elliot
sara Jun 5
I'm transparent like a window
but I'm prone to keeping curtains closed
to cover up the ****** of
my youthful, aching soul.

I used to be promiscuous;
my essence on my sleeve.
a charming laugh; a crystal glass
from which many a fool drew drink.

A chalice of life;
warm like cinnamon wine,
soft like angel's delight.
Beheld by every eye.

But it never felt right;
I was smoke off a fire,
yet still smouldering coal.
Just a young, beautiful

byproduct of desire.
There's no smoke without fire.
Although, I tried to fan it cool;
the flames ran only wilder.

But as the old wind blows, it seems
a withered tree still grows new leaves.
A dandelion spreads its seeds
but they lie far away from me.

Now, I move transcluently-
ultraviolet invisible ink-
I speak in soothing whispers;
they travel further than you'd think.
Iridescence is things seemingly changing colour on their own- I think we all have the power to grow and move away from our pasts.

I love how fire is a destructive yet cleansing force.
She makes things neat and proper
Why he wonders
From behind his ears
He heard
A small voice whisper
She does what she does
For the same reason
control freaks, control
They really feel powerless,
In fact,
They feel like they have
No control what so ever
So maybe
Just possibly
She's seeking out
The order and peace
She's been deprived of
In her artificial safe place
The same voice lurches forward
And hugs the man from behind
Taking him by surprise
The small voice weeps softly
I'm a mess get over it
Nuna 7d
Forgive me if my pain has touched you in ways my hands never have
You’ve got wounds I should have kissed gently and fire beneath your skin

Instead I bought you flowers you’re allergic to and wrote poems about your tears

Some days I tend to over-romanticise your bleeding lips that you never stop biting
Other days I can’t stand the way your lips curve when you laugh and the freckles on your hands

I’m a mess but believe me when I say my hands are clean
I’m just trying to love you
Even if it’s the wrong way
I hope you get the message
wonton wager weighed and cast
both for and against the mass
gold tinkling on the margins
certain the house always wins

calculating body, building laws
clutching levers, people command
with traps for the simple;
backdoors open for friends

robed judges carefully picked
follow rotten party planks
weigh scales tilting favors
they proclaim "rule of law"

counting up patron's profits
pockets stuffed with change
sever community, plan wars
neglect settling our peace

the orphan and widow,
the poor and lame lie
homeless on the road
starving, eat dropped crumbs

"Come now, let us reason together,
(says the Lord):

though your sins are like scarlet,
    they shall be as white as snow;
though they are red like crimson,
    they shall become like wool."
2018 © Christos Victor

16 Wash yourselves; make yourselves clean;
    remove the evil of your deeds from before my eyes;
cease to do evil,
17     learn to do good;
seek justice,
    correct oppression;
bring justice to the fatherless,
    plead the widow's cause.

18 “Come now, let us reason[a] together, says the Lord:
though your sins are like scarlet,
    they shall be as white as snow;
though they are red like crimson,
    they shall become like wool.
19 If you are willing and obedient,
    you shall eat the good of the land;
20 but if you refuse and rebel,
    you shall be eaten by the sword;
    for the mouth of the Lord has spoken.”

Isaiah 1:16-20 English Standard Version (ESV)
don't say it's me
this problem
you are holding onto
it cannot be me
don't say it
don't let those words fall out of your mouth

(just so you know)

i am new
i am beautiful
i am irreplaceable
Krizhe Ming Sep 12
If tears really cleanses the heart
Then yours and mine
Probably are some of the cleanest

Life is a tearjerker, you know
Saint John Paul II once said "...Tears flows silently through the soul and cleanses the heart"
M Aiman A Sep 11
May the storm
Drag every inch of **** out of me
Along with the dread of this ****** loneliness
Spin it along with all of the shadows,
of the lovers that went wrong

Let this storm
Cleanse all of the remains
The pile of the endless city
even the fields of flowers and butterflies
That i built for you and wipe it all clean
So i can grow a better one for myself

This storm will end soon
And when it does
you will be as good as dead
And when it does
All that is left of your sanctuary in me
Is rubble and dust
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