Introspection (Page 4)

Praying hands with faith in religion and belief in God on blessi

What does faith look like? (article)

I bought into the thought that faith was independent of trust.

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A couple holding hands, facing toward the sun, with a bright sun flare between the silhouetted fingers against a pale blue sky.

fell (a poem)

hand in hand, we left that day, together, come rain or shine.

the longer i live, the more i see, it’s true that love is blind.

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Street signs backed by a clear blue sky, at the intersection of Church and State Streets in Salem, Oregon.

One Nation Gone Under (article)

As someone who believes in God and who tries to follow the teachings of Jesus, it pains me to say this but…

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Surrounded by tiny bubbles, a woman in her bridal dress sinks deep beneath the surface of the water.

Crashing (a poem)

The waves are crashing over me, while life is rushing past. I try to stay above the water but hope is sinking fast.  
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The silhouette of a burglar sneeking into a home, through the kitchen door. View from inside a residence with blinds closed.

Telltale (a poem)

My thoughts turn, yet the air about me lies still, undisturbed. Tranquility without, while inside I spin.
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Viewed from above, 15 wooden figurines, made from white pine, stand atop a table. They are surrounding a single red figurine, which is lying on its side amongst them. The image represents bullying, harassment and loneliness.

When I look  (a poem)

I have been thinking, a lot, the last two days—about who I want to be in this moment.

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Cartoon rendering of two men arguing and insulting each other. Enemies arguing and name-calling.

A Quiet Reminder (article)

What makes us better than the people whose votes and actions we oppose?

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The glow of a distant city beneath a desert sky full of stars.

Core (a poem)

i am the words i speak, i’m the things i do, i’m not how i look, or the things i accrue. you try to define me with the simplest of words but i’m far beyond that, though you think it absurd.

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A young woman reaches over, from beneath flowered blankets, to press the snooze button on a black digital alarm clock radio. The green, glowing numbers show that it is 6:00 AM.

A Not So Normal Day (a poem)

I awaken again, to the alarm bell ringing, hit snooze just one more time. Then close my eyes, let go once more, giving in to sleep sublime.

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Black smoke in the shape of a side portrait of a woman's face. The black tendrils of smoke create the feeling of long wavy hair blowing in the wind. Double exposure.

Awkward Moments (a poem)

This is one of those
awkward
moments,
we all have them
and yet in the midst of it
I feel so foolish,
exposed,
helpless,
and alone.

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Introspection (Page 4)

What does faith look like? (article)

fell (a poem)

Crashing (a poem)

Telltale (a poem)

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