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United States

Christian
as in Presbyterian Church in America
(denomination)
Writer
Novelist
Reader
Ambivert or something
Self-proclaimed band nerd
Planet Earth nerd
etc, etc
Joined September 10, 2019

Message from Writer

Favorite songs (hymns edition):
--Rock of Ages
--It is Well With my Soul
--Be Still My Soul
--Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing
--Be Thou My Vision
Go read all the lyrics, I dare you.

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Sometimes I tell stories. Most of the time I rattle my soul until I break and my heart spills out onto the page.

I tell stories not because I want to find God, but because He's already found me.
I don't think I'll ever really understand.

beggar

May 9, 2020

FREE WRITING

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today mother earth comes to our door,
begging for scraps of a future, pennies
to buy herself a gas mask and air conditioning.
“i can’t breathe” she tells us.
“won’t you help me?”
we scoff, tell her that this is no place for her,
tell her to return to her children,
her forests, her mountains, her white sandy beaches

and leave us alone. as we shut the door,
she shakes her head and smiles sadly.
“i would, but there are none left.”
 

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1 Comment
  • Mishthi Sharma

    It is simple and subtle and makes me cry everytime I read it.


    7 months ago