Caught in the Billow of Fabric Wings

The literati mafia: It was during the bustle of Christmas performances at the church I grew up in. Winter chills clamored onto large, wooden doors to the sanctuary lobby. Guests were piling in sluggishly from the weather. The performers hid themselves behind the curtains and back rooms. Older members adorned in black outfits, actors and... Continue Reading →

A Vagrant’s Winter

I am here--and He is here with me, Saying to let go of the things within That has caused this plant to die from Suffocation. Oh, those lies of the world.   So this is the path I choose to take, The path which gives me life; To be who I am in Him, glorified.... Continue Reading →

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