Aching for Living Stories of What Never Was

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Is there somewhere deep within the imagination of God
or maybe in certain parallel universes
where my belly has swelled with life
and the union between my lover and I
has entwined into physical forms
and breathed?

Is there somewhere deep within the imagination of God
or maybe in certain parallel universes
where the children who were never able to be conceived in this reality
are alive and well and dancing
as they endlessly strew their vibrant and pulsing colours
throughout my saturated days?

Is there somewhere deep within the imagination of God
or maybe in certain parallel universes
where these offspring are birthing versions of myself
that would be impossible for me to evolve into
while blockaded by my barren state?

Is there somewhere deep within the imagination of God
or maybe in certain parallel universes
where my choices
and the betrayals of my body
have not pronounced the final verdict
and where my lavish fruitfulness is unfolding
unencumbered
in the creation of persons
with countless future generations on the edge of greeting me
as we bleed across the threshold
into the realm of eternity?

The Evolving Artwork of Language

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It’s not just about finding your own voice
It’s about discovering your own language
The flavours swirling in what you wish to say
And when you speak
Your words can paint colours in the minds of listeners
Opening up kaleidoscopes of possibilities
As you expand the boundaries
Of who each of you can become

The Deal-Breaker

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if we cannot speak the truth in this family
not even if telling the truth
could potentially save the life of one of us
then I no longer want to be part of this family

I choose to forge a different path

Side-Stepping the Implosion

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this family is imploding
and while my skin may be lashed by the rush of debris
I refuse to hurl myself in
and willingly be counted among the casualties

When the Emperor (and his Followers) Become Dangerous

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We live in an age
of The Emperor’s New Clothes
only this time
the play is all-too-real
and if you dare to say
“Hey, the Emperor is naked!”
well,
you could get arrested for that!

Dichotomy

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Seeing what I am
Seeing what I need
Seeing that it doesn’t line up
With what those around me expect me to be
And grieving the parts of myself that are being sacrificed
As I struggle to straddle the tension

Fusion

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the law and the prophets
converging as one
a culmination untarnished by severing
constructs with dreaming
form with transcendence
held in fulfillment

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the epicenter of reason and logic
a crown of thorns encircling His heart
the powerhouse of love and emotions
left hemisphere and right hemisphere
justice and mercy
pulsing in perfect synchronization
bleeding inexhaustibly

the unstained full range of humanity
the entirety of unfathomable godhood
all that was
all that is
and all that could be
alive and fusing
in the Person of Jesus