
On the cross, Jesus
cried to his Father, and then
the universe shook
Continue reading “The Passion (a haiku)”On the cross, Jesus
cried to his Father, and then
the universe shook
Continue reading “The Passion (a haiku)”As Christmas approaches, so does my father’s birthday (December 23rd). The holidays have been more melancholy since he passed in 2018. The first holiday season without him was the worst of the bunch, and 2019 was lighter. This time around, the grief still lingers.
Continue reading “On Grief and Ramblings about Faith”What happened to the woman who
was nearly stoned to death?
Jesus said to not sin again,
but if she’s like me, she was
back in sweaty sheets later that day,
engaged in sinful acts – it’s a fact that
we’re far from saints + sainthood is
a hatred of humanity
but Jesus was half-God,
so it’s not so odd to believe
He died for me + whether I sin today
or tomorrow doesn’t matter much
because grace is free
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Satan rebels and fallen angels follow him
to the underworld – wings clipped, eyes ablaze
with red like the demons they are.
Stand atop this holy hillside and survey the city –
if you are the Messiah, then prove it.
Continue reading “Fallen Angels (a poem)”As a child, at least as a child growing up heavily in church as I did, you are taught to memorize verse after verse. I remember most of the verses, even if it’s not word-for-word and the exact location. I can hold my own in an intellectual, biblical conversation. Its one of the things I’m most proud of about myself.
Continue reading “Love is a Type of Water”I’ve got a thing for love. I love love. And love, the love that is real, typically seems to be complicated.
If you ask me what book I’d want if I could only ever have one book for the rest of my life? It would probably be Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. If I could only watch one movie for the rest of my life? You’ve Got Mail. Both of these speak to my heart in a way that not much else does.
Continue reading “Complicated Love”