Broken Words

Broken Words

I have a voice— I can hear it in between heartbeats and the clicking of my keyboard, whispering, while the seconds bleed from my ticking timepiece. My soul does not know silence. There are words, I can see them— cracked ceramic, waiting to be fixed,...
I Should Be

I Should Be

By Ingrid Dornbirer With Jesus inside me, I should be strange, White against a sea of black. With Christ in charge, I should be lovely, A rose among thorns. With the Savior on my side, I should be fearless, Saying no when everyone says yes. If the Comforter has...
My Testimony

My Testimony

By Natalie Griffin That glorious day I felt a stir, One in my heart that I’d never heard. It was the Word Coming to intervene in my lost, broken life, To be a light in my darkness and a relief to my strife. Although it’s fair to say in my eight-year-old circumstance,...
Streetlights

Streetlights

I see the world two different ways. Day-old tea and dried petals, spilled and scattered. Broken mirrors, envelopes left unopened. Blotchy smudges of newspaper records, and the words that left paper cuts. Artificial flowers and smiles. Bloody battlefields and fractured...
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