soul


Plight of an Artist

The plight of an artist Bleeds stripes of passion. Across the back of a scarred soul, Where self-medication takes its guilt-ridden toll, The soul of an artist curves Like a beam of light At the edge of a black hole Bending reality With hungry arms And a thirsty tongue Suckling deep At the breast of a lover’s song.   The …Continue reading →

“Ode” by William Wordsworth

This is one of my favorite stanzas (V) from Wordsworth’s romanticized poem, better known as “Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood.” This poetic paragraph takes for granted a biblical (or Platonic) pre-existence, which mourns the loss of a child’s vision of an ideal world fading away “into the light of common day,” in what feels like a …Continue reading →

Morning Blades

Have mercy on me, O Lord, a saint who sins. For You and You alone are truly merciful. Only you can understand why You’d forsake Your throne to be scorned at the hands of cowards, all-the-while, being left fatherless during the height of Your suffering. How great is Your mercy? Greater than all the grains of sand in all the …Continue reading →

conviction

Guilt is not of God. The Holy Spirit instills deep conviction in the minds of men. Scrutiny filters through the chambers of the heart that overflows into the soul to conform us to Christ-likeness.

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