writings
the great mystery
let's wait here
john 17
i am
replace the plastic chairs
kiss my ears and let them hear
bloody goodbyes
it's the end of the world as we know it
so come into your garden
yet again, there he is
the day of His beckoning
running in the spirit
to build again
a house that is a Home
sleeping under contrast.
Christmas, Christmas!
to remember
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