A p r o n h e a d -- Lilly
I think too much.
My wonder causes me to wander to rocky, unsettled paths
where questions grow like weeds,
poking holes in my confidence,
crowding out joy. 109 more words
4 days, 13 hours
It should be seamless—this eternal life I am living now.
When this flesh is done, the Lilly that I am should gently walk into the Lilly I will be, 296 more words
I cannot change much of my circumstance, and often I feel blind,
feeling my way along,
searching for a way out of this vapor, but finding none—no key, no door. 99 more words
1 month, 2 weeks
And the little bird sings.
The temperature plunges, and ice rain,
not nice rain,
turns to rock as it hits the ground;
and the wind blows and the storm pelts, 188 more words
It was simple then–
no syllogisms, no apologetics,
just a “this is” and “the Bible tells me so,” and all the pieces fit. 155 more words
1 month, 3 weeks