No one is coming to save you.
Still...

Sing with an unweary voice.
Love with an unflinching heart.

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it needs a title. any suggestions?
(also, this is now my voicemail message.)

amy doesn't know where she's going ( Read more... )

Sing
out loud
because you are not ashamed
of your voice.
And if you cannot sing,
dance
because a life without dancing
is not a life worth living.

I don't see God as a man bent over a walking stick. I see Him as a man with his hands in his pockets and a grin that’s trying not to give away the ending, a grin that’s covering up the laughter lines. I don't see Him in robes, or gowns, or even dressed in white at all, but in a grey t-shirt that lost its logo years ago, and blue jeans fraying ( Read more... )

The little things have a habit of becoming ( Read more... )

beneath a hymnal
at the mass of resurrection -
a gingko leaf

In God's own image

I don't see God as an old man. I see Him as young and vibrant, with a powerful creative energy and a face that's just starting to show the creases of laughter lines. I don't see Him in robes, or gowns, or even dressed in white at all, but in a faded grey t-shirt, and worn blue jeans, and sandals so old they're shaped like His ( Read more... )

I'm at work and bored, so here's the stuff I sent to the literary magazine. (Cut for your convenience, except "Sleep, Friend," which I refuse to cut because I'm proud of it, dammit.)

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