Stories from the edge…


The dark night of the soul…
swirling and tumbling…
hard edged realities that cut and maim…

Oh yes.

I know the edge well.

I've dwelt on the very tip of it for months…
fingers holding barely to the crumbling rock.

And still, I must hold to the absurd notion that there is very much a Creator. Very much a God. Who loves me, who has ordained that I must walk this dark path for a ways.

I see. I see Him everywhere. Even if there is a storm raging, He is always there.

I will trust.

"I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen, not
only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else."

C. S. Lewis Is Theology Poetry?


Tell me what's on your heart~

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