Long ago in a distant land, there flowed a river. Around this river was a village that grew flax and made linen. The ripples used by the farmers were no ordinary tools. Each
The warehouse is just outside of Chicago, which seems ironically fitting for a place that’s probably been committing fraud for over a decade. The place itself isn’t flashy, which has probably
They say I have your sober eyes Every time I smile And carry your mettle spirit Through every trial. I am reminded of your calloused hands Clinging to my mother’s waist, And
Salt water ignites the path to my lungs, crushed underneath weightless suspension. Refractions reach my drowning breath with clarity. Reflections pull my clouded eyes above the tide. Steady the pendulum. Silence the scales.
We were meant to be Planted in a garden— To walk with Him, To breathe His Prescence daily, To flourish with the tall trees, To walk as them uprightly, To dwell under the
They echo through my stories, And whisper in my dreams, They laugh within my thoughts— These ghosts that can’t be seen. They walk along beside me Like my shadow in the sun,
On a bleak, desolate plain, amid a land of lost dreams, A wind-child with hair as black as a raven’s wing Peered out of the darkness deep, emerald-green eyes narrowing wondrously As
Let me begin with a silly example, just to get it out of the way. I don’t like cheese. The recipe addition is usually added to mask the more flavorful, and often
On the Sunday of the first week of my senior year, I sat in church with my family, taking notes as I listened to my pastor preach on Hebrews 10. He spoke about
Two thousand years ago, a newborn Hebrew baby changed the world forever. Though many prophets heralded His arrival—even narrowing down the exact year He would be born—the wisest religious scholars of
They echo through my stories, And whisper in my dreams, They laugh within my thoughts— These ghosts that can’t be seen. They walk along beside me Like my shadow in the sun,