what have we

the things that bring us to our knees are the unraveling mysteries—the unsolved realities—that are whispered so softly in our ears, revealing the unexpected truths we fear with every fiber of what we've become. What have we become in this age of wrongs, when rights are protesting the ongoing evil by screaming love in the faces of the deceived and deceivers. We ignore verity and rarely comprehend the hand of our Lord.

moored

I want to be moored to something more than what's set here before my eyes. and never walk away from what makes that something so glorified. and I'll be changed inside and out—saved from the horrors of this world and unspoken doubts that only rebuild what was meant to be broken.

anew

I need a new song to sing,
a brighter fire to feed.

a new place, a different pace, a better way.

to know.

I need a promise, a whole heart, a beat, a new start.
no paper and pen, no lens, just me. here,
rending what I've been told,
surrendering the yesterdays
before all I see turns cold and is torn up,
taken away.

replaced.