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I live in fear of my terminal friend dying not because I fear what comes after death for I know that Blessed Hope but I fear life without...

This season, words of holiday joy and cheer have been a stranger to my soul. What is supposed to be, isn’t. I know I am not alone in...

I wonder if the sun ever wondered What could it have ever done To kiss it's Makers face I wonder if lingered longer in His eyelashes I...

There is much to be said when the edges of our world are yanked out from underneath us, and what catches us is an abyss of broken dreams....

The mother's cry pierced the night Sharp enough to cut through dimensions But that's why it was purposed It sliced through the atmosphere...