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A single rose proclaims His great mercy and kindness far better than any Billy Graham wannabe. No commentary or Bible college will ever have enough time to convey the glory that an individual thorn can, in moments. The majesty of a dead plant- a skeleton leaf- speaks louder than any living soul. The gentle, monotonous cycle of life, death and growth, and being, far outweighs our broken attempts at logically explaining existence.

To brush my hands over and upon fleshy petals is to reach out and feel Him. Breath; cool, like snow and full with warmth moves with my body. He and I dance The ever powerful dance of love. He leads. Pale, smokey and soft, life springs from dark crevasses, dead hope. Giants of trees twist into existence and exuberance at His command. Stare into spots, into patterns, into pollen, leaves and strands. My eyes lightly kiss His cheek. Rough trunks of branches, of peeling bark and scars are His strength. Warm honey, His blood. It flows. Forests hacked down and left barren and scarce are His wounds. Redemption. Given back into guilty han

Her heart, ripped open- Bared for the universe to see.. While tiny, fluorescent men artfully perform surgery on this lady's innards. She remains dignified through the ordeal, wrapping grace upon her beaten body. I journey through trails of destruction like rivers flowing in and out, winding to and from and by. My soul steps over stepping stones through the center of this City. Each leap I feel in the small of my stomach. She is Christchurch. Dignified as she undergoes this procedure. 185 empty seats in cinemas, in cars moving from schools, church and jam making with the ladies. Vacant places at dinner tables, in the pews and offic

Life is an uncertain headache A restless, sleepless, endless night. It is a broken bone, a disfigured body, Pain, sorrow, trial, change and desperation. My heart sinks, colliding with the rocky shore. Breaking. Arteries fill with water from the deep Lungs fail and shrink back. I am but a lifeless lump of drift wood In this headache of a broken life. My only direction, is a lack thereof And I dream of dreamlessness, dark and empty. Plump, sinister balloons float from my grip, released And decide to explode and vaporize into the clean air Leaving a black, inky disappointment to fall from the sky Upon me.

To my left, I see a monstrously large sign. Hot pink and yellow, it screams "YOU NEED A MAN!" Hundreds of tiny, clone-like figures sit at the foot of their god and nod dumbly. They turn to each other, "You need a man!" Pausing and walking to my right however, I see a sign worn by age, but still bolding claiming "WAIT." But for how long we all wonder? What are we waiting for? Who? A few stand under this sign. They look tired. Victorious, but tired. A deep breath. A herd of humans strides past. They're partaking in an activity to enhance their forms. I think they call it "running". The male humans- I think that's what these are, drink powd

My heart is a ball of yarn Tossed, thrown, rolled, unravelled. Knots and tangles line the innermost part of my soul. Some disguised as pretty bows and ties But all of them are kinks in the mass. Unwanted. My heart has been unravelled, put together, re bound again and again and again. So many hands have held onto this yarn, fragments have fallen away in their hands Parts of me have been given to these hands Parts of me have been taken by these hands. A thin layer of dust sits atop the ball of string Alone, it resides in a dark corner, in a dark box, in a dark cupboard- somewhere far away. Waiting. My yarn-heart was a vibrant a

Hey Scarlet, you need not fear the burn in your cheeks, for I have cleansed your skin of all mortality. Dear Scarlet, never mind their judgement, you know it's only me who can, and I've washed you clear and clean already! Scarlet, my girl! Tremor not and calm your mind, I uphold you, you need not mind what mere man projects of you. Scarlet, you're letting the wrong colour rule you're heart. Let me- I have made you white as snow. Oh Scarlet, do no worry over this, today has enough worries of its own! And do does tomorrow! Give me your anxious heart. Listen Scarlet, take my yoke- it is light, I can withstand your burden, because I love you