The Darkest Side of Kanye West’s Album; Jesus Is King

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Image By Kanye West is a Christian. Let it sink in.1 I have often said that when it comes to humanity the most beautiful things start with a confession of how dark we are inside. My gut reaction to the news of Kanye West’s faith was immediate skepticism. That sentence does not do justice to how ugly that is. We believe as Christians that when someone accepts Christ2, they are a new creation, the old …

In All Things Charity

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I have been caught up just like a lot of people in the swirling miasma1 of blatnant, nuanced yet undefined corruption that is the world at large. It is like humidity that sticks to the skin. You can not see it but you can feel it and you can not get away from it. The wicked prosper and their most profitable venture is tearing each other apart. This leaves me not knowing who to root …

Do You Like Me

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Do you like me?Check one.Yes or No -Kyle Mrs. Chelby was talking in a way that carried weight and importance. The water cycle was a heavy subject full of subtle intricacies, and measurable realities. Kyle had been interested at first listening to the dance of liquid to vapor and back to liquid when his attention had been all but vaporized by a brightness out of the corner of his eye. The sun had sent a …

Giants Rise and The Earth Heaves

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The world was formed. Sculpted first by that which is and in the wildest of ways and then tamed by humans. We lived man and woman we lived. We built city after city. Only the deepest reaches of our world were not known to us. The space above was the most treacherous of frontiers. We longed to go to places never tread. We longed to connect with those around. As we wove new ways to …

Always Boxed In

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Rooms always boxed inPlaced strategically in locationReliably there always expectedWithout question even I knowWhat I will do Adventure used to creep inMy bones would resonate with adventureMy muscles mimic the wavesOf distant shoresI wanted to see I did what was requiredI met makers with honorsI married, had kids found treasureBut never moved till even todayAll I tune with anticipation I desire to delve into mysteryTo approach danger and hug itThe wanderer is trappedEven though the …

Click and Whir

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The old fan clicks and whirs. I need to repair it. I click and whir when I think, about everything that needs replacing. The broken things and the whirring fan fall away sometimes, and I get to see the threads back to you.

A Distant Train

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A distant train vibrates the air.Even in my home.What power to touch an ear –drum so gentle from here. A tweet from Australia.Is read by me shirtless in Texas.What power to touch my eye.So gentle from here. These things like projectiles.Shot through air and wire.Surrounded by the fullness of space.Flowing around them all of it fluid. Except me, see this machine.We know and can explain.Yet besides it we ask the engineers.Are galaxies made and destroyed.

Beauty In The Slow Naked in the Silent

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1000 years ago a man and his staff walk silently through the wilderness.500 years ago a lad and his bow transverse the plains.200 years ago a cowboy and his pistol gaze upon the mountains.50 years ago a soldier and his rifle walked though the jungles.Now I stand in a dark empty park with these words. What is this heavy yet invisible fog that finds me alone?A wilderness in between such modern construction.It is always the …

Next To The Purple Wood

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To the liquor store we went.The lightest of blues and yellows mingled.in the sky casting its purple hue.The atmosphere mingling all fall colors.With that purple ethereal nostalgia, a road traveled often.I lost my purpose for the trip.Like a soldier forgetting the mission.Dad listened to music about pimps.I did to, it hung in my brain.Next to the image of the purple wood.

Life Does Not Ask

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We all exist at some expenseA mothers pain or a fathers heftWithout a question being asked of ourselvesOf weather existence is what we desiredNoLife does not ask and neither does GodYou are woven and crafted a divine poem in sinewBlood pumps through the veins of an earthen shellWhile a light no fleshy eyes see burns brighterThan a campfire laced with magnesiumIt is hard knowingIts hard rowinga life livedpurposeknown