Atonement, discernment, Evening, Growth, Personal Experiences, Uncategorized, Winter


Everything is suspended

I sense God’s movement, and his absolute stillness, 

In the tension stretched between dawn and day

Holy stasis in the change

I pull the glitter from its abyss

I pull the dark from the day

Oh, cornered shadows in a warmly lamp-lit room, 

You are as much of the laughter as you are the quiet

Life at the speed of life

Death at the stillness of night





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