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Crow Friday: Memories

His memories are

like his worn out

woolen blankets,

full of holes

and frayed at the edges.

Writing

Untitled From The Child In Me

I am just a little girl, scared to close my eyes each night. Eyes wide open, I listen in fright.

I hear my mother’s screams. Daddy hurts her really bad. 58 more words

Tears

If you only knew

If you only knew

If you only knew how I cringe, shrink, shudder, in disgust, in contempt, in pain, in sorrow, in absolute dread of myself. 834 more words

LAW vs GRACE

I wrote this in 2014 and its worthy sharing again. Once you are born again you are no longer under the Law you are under GRACE~~~When I was saved in my late 20′s I believed in generation curses. 638 more words

Devotions

Maid-a-Woe

This issue somehow comes organically to me. Dealing with the domestic staff.

You ask anyone in Delhi and there is a perpetual complaint, ‘maid bhaag gayi, tere pass hai?’ ‘Mera cook is on leave, I am so troubled.’ 490 more words

Light to the Blind

The people who walk in darkness
Will see a great light;
Those who live in a dark land,
The light will shine on them.
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Light