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  • deva_isle 13h

    - Why are all my prayers punctuated by your name, when you forget my issues you should be praying to solve?

    - Why do I always sense impatience in the replies you give to my epistles, like you’re sprinting to the last comma as soon as you write the first letter?

    - Why are there only three pictures of me you have saved, to be recycled over my next three birthdays?

    - Why don’t I see depth when we lock gazes, like you’re only looking through, when in yours I observe the sea’s depths?

    - Why do I cross miles for you, barefoot and sweating—singing and smiling, but you can’t breathe after you take three steps?

    -C️

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  • deva_isle 2d

    A Kind of Love

    Love that burns you with fire that refines you
    That kind of love.

    Love that makes your lips run wild with song
    That kind of love.

    Love that heats you up but doesn’t warm;
    not at once, always leaves you thirsting for more
    That kind of love.

    What it would be to give that love to Him—
    The heart that is infinite
    The sea that forever runs.

    The wall around you thick as granite
    The space inside closed off to everyone
    The emptiness you’re eager to be rid off

    Oh! What it is to leave the filling to Him!

    -C️

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  • deva_isle 3d

    Then one day, I met a Saint.
    He gave me solid water for my thirst; a book full of stories about you.
    And so I learnt that you were never a marble statue,
    and there was never a road to find to lead me to you
    I was already one with you, created to be a part of you
    Carved from you, alive in you
    Reborn from the death of you
    And my undying thirst to know you, was to make whole my fellowship with you
    For my soul would sooner die, than live eternally without you.
    I learnt that you are the perfect man who died for me, Jesus.
    Lord of Lords, Prince of peace, come to redeem me, Jesus.
    I learnt that you are love.

    -C️

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  • deva_isle 3d

    I decided that you were just as dead as the marble figures you guarded,
    And so I turned away.
    And I walked away
    No, I danced away.
    I was rid of my thirst for your attention forever; that was the lie I fed me.
    I carved it into my skin until it was almost my truth—
    Almost.
    There was an echo of the voice of the girl asking ‘who’ that I just couldn’t seem to shake.
    It lived in a box in my heart, surrounded by light so bright it repelled me.
    And from out of there it mocked me.


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  • deva_isle 3d

    Day after day, and then for many years, I knelt at your feet with silent pleas for an answer
    You stood there, still, keeping watch.
    I gave gifts to your Priests and laid flowers at your altar
    You stood there, still, keeping watch.
    I mimicked your silence with the hope that your resolve would falter
    You stood there, still, keeping watch.
    I made a show of my adoration and bathed in holy water
    You stood there, still, keeping watch.
    I judged you arrogant and spat in the hands that had once held the offerings of my Mother
    Still, you stood there, keeping watch.
    Who could you be?


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  • deva_isle 3d

    Solid Water for My Thirst

    I remember first meeting you, at the house with the giant unsmiling statues.
    You stood there in their middle, your gaze fixed on all and nothing—
    “Keeping watch,” Mummy said.
    I think she was a little frightened of you; she never could meet your eyes.
    Daddy met them with cold respect; eyes lit with reverence, just a step away from awe.
    Me, I was only passively curious.
    Who could this be?
    The pale-faced man with the sad eyes in the big house that always stank of incense.
    Who could you be?


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  • deva_isle 1w

    Ye man of little faith, do you still doubt?

    Water to wine, dead bones come alive—
    No miracle wrought will let you get caught
    It's a deluded web they spin, home for the untaught
    Oh but spare a thought!
    Though your mind you've trapped in the heart of a mule,
    I know still you are no fool.

    Ye man of logical science, do you still seek?

    To undo the seams of the world and learn how it's been knit
    What makes your heart beat and the pump of your blood
    The mechanics of cells, anything but God.

    Ye man breathing free, can you not trust?

    Nothing you see could have forged beauty from dust.

    -C️

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  • deva_isle 2w

    How dare you believe?

    They carve a box from their lies and fit me in it.
    Ugly, less, needy, mess;
    Those are the nails that hold the lid.
    Hurt, low-cost, broken, lost;
    The stench of these keep me in place, weak-kneed.
    They call me names that undo me.
    Don't ask, "how dare they say these?"
    But rather, "how dare you believe?"
    For long ago, the greatest power breathed life and it was me
    He called out light so I could be seen
    He built me the world and all for free.
    How dare I believe that my being is a sin?
    For He so loved me and would not see me perish,
    He sent the one son He cherished... Oh!
    How dare I let the darkness win?

    -C️

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  • deva_isle 2w

    Dear Timi

    Your cursive on white sheet never ceases to excite my day,
    I will take one an hour if I can have it.
    However, the gloom you—(of recent)—relay...
    Tsk, it does sincerely upset my wit.
    You are a man as fine as any;
    Indeed, finer than many.
    Your heart is gold, sweet as mother's fresh farm strawberries.
    You're a jewel by ten-fold, a refreshing whiff of sea breeze.
    You've sang songs of royal canaries
    And penned lines Wordsworth would envy—
    Tears and sweat you've shed for this unbending lily.
    You are too fine a man, dearest Timi.
    Indeed, I would have you myself if you were not Timi.
    Do well to smell some roses this time,
    then write me a note that is sunny and cozy.
    Oops! Lest I forget, I met a boy...
    <winks>

    -C️

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  • deva_isle 3w

    Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power?
    Showers of mercy He hath let loose, oh bathe in it!
    Rejoice! Your shame you can now lose!

    Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power?
    Abundance of grace from His garments ooze
    Fill your cups, get drunk on this booze!
    It is a glorious awakening!

    Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power?
    A blanket of love—
    oh see how it yearns for you, reach for it too
    You are the one, He'll forgo the ninety-nine
    This love is the salve for your bruise!

    Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power?
    The banquet of life, saints and angels attending
    The crown prince is come, now death has no standing!
    Have rest, take life
    Take life
    Take all life
    Take life!

    -C️

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