HeyJaredA Bruised Reed
Raw expressions of faith and prayerful poetry that speaks to the scars of the human spirit.
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Fractures that forged runways (opens the original)
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‘For the Lord will not cast off forever, but, though He cause grief, he will have compassion according to the abundance of His steadfast love; for He does not afflict from his heart or grieve the children of men.’-Lamentations 3:31-33I’ve fallen apart many timescarrying myself in a sea of blind eyesin departure loungeswhere the scars have paved their own runway as freight arrivesunload what I can in corners hungry,heaving luggagelonging for someone to be kind<p
An empire of grief and an artillery of anguish (opens the original)
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‘My intercessor is my friend as my eyes pour out tears to God.’-Job 16:20Bullets build in the body from barren footsteps that flurry past in leaden haste,an empire of grief falls from the eyevulnerability a towering fist,closing its hold,emptiness enlistsin desperationto quench the loneliness within.
Sublime Love sits: savouring God's presence (opens the original)
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‘He has put eternity in their hearts, except that no one can find out the work that God does from beginning to end.’-Ecclesiastes 3:11Pry open my presenceas though it were under lock and key,access is not ammunition to bolt down the person I used to befor grief gatedyour absence,earning space for you to investtimewith m-e.Self curation, real estate wandering in and outslippage that one sells and stores to satiate status, the void to be-
His horizon anchors, estrangement hangs on memory's purse strings (opens the original)
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‘This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast, and which enters the Presence behind the veil.’ -Hebrews 6:19In the chamber of seasubmerged saturation deposit a breachpocketing painthat I withdraw oscillating between,ornament and utility,adorning her perennial pastyet leached of its longevity-her story is one of slow weatheringexposure, the enterpriseof bottling,swallowing tiss
A holy hollowing begins (opens the original)
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‘I reach out my hands to you. My soul longs for you like a dry land.’-Psalm 143:6The spirit carries,the body trails after it-aware its entered a threshold beyond the skin,burning its courageuntil prayer wears thin and suddenlya holy hollowingbegins,wherethe mouth recedes hungrily and the tonguerests on the tender Truthgathering in gaspsaround the hearth of Him,our craving, is His concave,<
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