When I wake up sometimes it's waiting for me
A wailing of anguish, a toss of the coin
The beat that beats truest
The one you (I) won't regret
When I walk down a corridor:
A whim on the wind
A snake on the grass
An echo you won't repeat
When I whisper your name:
A very heavy pant
A ceaseless roar
A very sea-sick shore
When I reach above my head
When I take a small step
When I carry large weight
Where you said you were my fate
There's no fainter trace of
what love has replaced
Silence so loud,
it hushed the reprove of sin
If I may say it straight,
>you've got all to gain to let me in again<
No more echo.
No more shadow.
No more longing.
No more crying.
Just you and me.
You and me.
Restart the Loving.
Our bed is waiting~
About the Creator
Victoria Yadira
I am a fire poet
(subconsciously) I desire to start a fire in hearts, revive childlike dreaming & restore faith by creating and carrying you off to beautiful or at least contemplative spaces- where I share all this love and bliss within
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Regarding the Image of God
This post will be a bit of a strange one. I wrote most of the following piece about six months ago, as certain governmental policies and actions were starting to roll out - and while reflecting upon certain ongoing atrocities. While these reflections revolve mostly around those claiming and practicing the Christian faith (and our failures to do so rightly) I do believe that they might be provide valuable insight - or at least something to think about - for folks of all perspectives who are willing to read them. So without further ado, here are a few of my recent reflections regarding the biblical concept of the 'image of God.'
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