Joy
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Rest and Reading
The noise in my head Is finally gone The winter nights Are giving way to the dawn The heat on my back Is beginning to cool And that pain in my chest Is not quite as cruel The fear at my heels Is being left behind And that knot of tension Is starting to subside Continue reading
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The Wonder of Reading
One of the joys I have had in recovering from depression is to be able to read fiction again To read a book Is to take flight To pass dimensional barriers And leave this world behind It is to cross the multiverse To become a master over time To experience new realities Explore branching timelines Continue reading
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Hope and Fear
What do you do When hope is your greatest fear? When you fear that anticipation Of getting everything you hold dear? What do you do When you fear the light? When you fear the waking dawn Because it always dips out of sight But once you get over That fear of failure You realise that Continue reading
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The Father’s Song
Flow over me Cleanse my soul Words of life In beautiful tone Echo within Like a rich thunder Pierce my gloom With notes of wonder The tide swells Music crescendos A fervent beat Starts a new tempo Anguish of heart With joy entwining Carries my soul On the path ever winding Continue reading
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Thirst
Quench me But may I always thirst for more Increase my capacity But also my desire for You, Lord Let my heart be an ocean That forever breaks its borders Let my joy be a river That forever flows over When the well within me Becomes a cesspit of despair And the clouds of hope Continue reading
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Heart Cry Haiku
A haiku on worship The cry of my heartThe yearning within my soulHis love, nothing else Continue reading
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Dry Wells
Dry wells In the depths of our souls A deep ache of emptiness A gaping hole We’ve filled them up with dirt And the dryness took hold The stone has begun to crack The walls starting to fold He comes and digs a new well In the desert of my heart Salvation marks a new Continue reading
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Joy of Worship
A haiku on worship Heartache stripped away Pouring out passion and praise Our God meets with us Continue reading
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The Freedom of Writing
The crispness of white paper Under the scratch of my black pen The freshness of the paper As I lean closer in The words roll onto the page Like a storm rolling in from the sea Who knows its path or its direction? Who knows where it will take me? No restraints, no inhibitions Just Continue reading
Dawn & Dusk 