Beauty From Ashes – Finding God in the most disturbing of places

Something has changed in me recently. Massively so. I’ve become quieter, spent less time opening my mouth and more time listening (much to the delight of some folks). Only a few years ago the world seemed to fit into such nice, neat little boxes, and I had an answer for everything. And so often when you put the world into nice little boxes, what you’re really doing is putting God into a nice little box too.

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A Phoenix Poem

My Faith is a sunrise,
When the thick darkness of night clouds all,
She bursts forth and illumines my horizon.

My hope is a phoenix.
Though burned in the flames of trial,
She arises from the ashes of impossible despair.

My love is a King,
With murderers and whores in his bloodline,

Who died like a criminal.