Love the Sinner, not the Sin

All of this work I have done in learning my identity, and through that identity finding my untouchable, unchangeable worth, has led me ultimately to realize that if that is true for me, then it must also be true for you….even if I don’t like you. Now that sounds harsh, but I think we all

“Rest”

I don’t understand, I don’t comprehend This ‘rest’ that you speak of My brain upends. Foreign tongues don’t make sense In blind repetition, Immersion’s what’s best For inspired recognition “Rest makes me vomit. Rest means I’m weak. Rest means I’m useless, Defenseless, obscene. To be futile is death No product to show For the end

Your Living Prose

Piece by piece you pick me up
off this messy floor…
Out of this broken, new image is forged
It shimmers and sparkles, a sight to behold!
Metamorphosed, this icon of the soul.
The Master, the Artist, completed his goal.