Tag Archives: Poetry

The Makers of Peace

In my experience, the makers of peace are rarely truly happy. They struggle. They weep. They strategize, and make plans. They fight without violence, but fight nonetheless. It is only in defeat of violence itself they are happy and as … Continue reading

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The hill is high.

If the pure in heart is that of a child’s, then mine must still exist somewhere underneath the scars and the dirt the cuts and the bruises longing to climb that hill and see God. The hill his high and … Continue reading

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It’s like being cool

It’s like being cool. If you say you are righteous, you aren’t. If you say you aren’t, you might be.   Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.” Matthew 5:6  

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Who is willing to risk it all?

Who is willing to risk it all? Some are not given the choice. Some have nothing left to risk. Their homes are taken. Their livelihoods stolen. Their voices are silenced. Their very right to exist does not exist. So who … Continue reading

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Making the burden lighter

When I look upon my list of sufferings personal and individual they always seem so daunting and imposing to my eyes. They are mine, and so the scars they bring are so much more raw and wounding searing with pain … Continue reading

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Happy. Poor.

Wind rustling on mountain grass dies down as the word comes from a man far away. Happy. Happy are the poor. Happy are the poor in spirit. Theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Happy. The people look around, puzzled by … Continue reading

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This Kingdom that I seek

This Kingdom that I seek is here and not here, a paradox that plagues my dreams like a hologram that fizzles and fades as soon as my hand reaches for it. Is this kingdom real? I hope it’s real. I … Continue reading

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