{based on Ezekiel 16}

OH MAN! I’M IN so much trouble!” Leo cried, running as fast as he could. His face wore misery, anxiety and worry. I wonder what's happened to her this time, Julius wondered. Last time she screamed like that was when she said she saw a shark in the neighbor’s kiddie pool while she was swinging over their fence.

Horace tripped over a log. “Ouch!” he cried. The Club stopped and looked back at him, waiting for Horace to get up. “Don’t worry guys,” Horace said, rubbing his knee. "I just bruised it a little. Go on ahead.”

Leo nodded.

“Come on guys,” Julius said.

drawn from the ocean
in a backwards flight
as if God grabbed a remote
and swiftly pressed rewind

i’m drawn in the air
and i’m drawn into the sky
nesting in a white-grey cloud
pillowed and divine

along with a thousand other drops
who furl around; condense
bound together by nature’s pull
and varied circumstance

those drops nested by the sand
they’ll stay pressed in the depths
of cake-like mud and rainbow fish
opposing omnipresence

True Follower

To understand a starving soul
To follow gentle prodding
To be compassionate to a man
To reach past a reputation
To be a true child of the lamb

That wolf in white, innocent apparel
That breaks through and steals
That hard hearted man full of hate
That never shows Christ’s love
That shows himself by his cruel works

Let us be true children of the Lord
Let us help the dying world
Let us show hope to the hopeless
Let us feed the weary man
Let us be the shining light in bleakness

Drowning

Standing in a thunder storm
pelted by the angry drops,
wishing it would all stop
Staring at the dirty ground.

So alone in this world
Just me and my thoughts
So alone in this night
Just me and my dreams

The waters rising higher
My fears are all consuming
I’m left to start assuming
That my life is going to end

So hopeless on my feet
Just a drop, yet it cuts so deep
So tired of the dreary cycle
Just a day, yet it feels so long

I drew hearts on the foggy glass Before everything happened And though it felt long; time does pass Even unexpected

My eyes were stinging sharp and I Wanted a way out Angry on my phone I typed A text I’d never send

I folded in upon myself All closed off from the world Praying, heart fell to stealth As I wished it all away

But then I opened one eye And saw the hearts were gone Wiped away, wiped dry All except for one

A gorgeous little swirly heart So perfectly drawn Then He gave us a fresh start He's good like that, you see

In our postmodern culture, the attitude toward belief has changed drastically from the traditional view that has been held throughout the ages. A desire to discover the reason behind belief is often greeted with confusion, incredulity, or even hostility. Truth has come to be a meaningless word, for truth is supposed to be relative. Everyone's "truth" is equally valid. No belief has any greater truth or validity than another. With this view on truth, it is logical to ask why we need care about the reasons behind belief.

Chelsea wanted to be brave.

When they told her she couldn’t, her vision abruptly grew razor sharp. Her eyes focused on her father’s glasses, which were slipping down his nose. He noticed her stare and quickly fixed them.

“But I…” She whispered. The words were stolen from her breath. Her heart was racing, and her palms were clammy. She brushed her hair off her neck.

“We think it’s best,” Her father continued, “If you do what Sammie did. She’s a wonderful housewife, with beautiful children.”

She hadn’t wanted to be like her sister. She had hoped—

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Would I?

Would it be clear-
If I stood in a place where He stood?
Would I actually know?
Would His presence be understood?

If I found the hill-
The place where His blood dripped-
Could I feel him?
Would I see His body stripped?

Would I know it-
If I sat where the vinegar spilt?
Would I taste it-
The pain and agony with my guilt?

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Revealed

Tears from heaven
Run across skin
Mingle with tears

The noise of the drops is like a drum beat
The rhythm slowly sings a song of defeat

Blackness hides me
I become nothing
Just another drop

The best of my life is around me in this rain
The worst is sung softly in its rhythm of pain

Searching for “end”
Wishing for “purpose”
Cliché’ desires abound