House on a hill
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Yanina
Es la segunda noche en la que veo el cielo negro, negro, con nubes blancas, blancas, es como si quisieran decirme algo. Hoy me di cuenta de que no me gusta escuchar mi nombre. Alguien muy cercano a mí hoy lo dijo, siempre me dice Nina, pero hoy dijo mi nombre completo. No sabe nada… Continue reading
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Tenderness
I’ve never been soft. Quite the opposite, it has been a rough, sharp, anything but sweet land the one God has had to work under my name. So much so, that I can’t even stand the sound of it, my first name. It still awakens a heap of broken memories; the boiling waters that hardened… Continue reading
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Los amó hasta el fin.
13 Antes de la fiesta de la Pascua, sabiendo Jesús que su hora había llegado para pasar de este mundo al Padre, habiendo amado a los suyos que estaban en el mundo, los amó hasta el fin. 2 Y durante la cena, como ya el diablo había puesto en el corazón de Judas Iscariote, hijo de Simón, el que lo entregara, 3 Jesús, sabiendo… Continue reading
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Starting to love spring
Have you ever thought about it? Of course not, flowers have always been so basic; everyone can love a flower for its beauty. But the green is brighter. Yeah, but summer’s all I’ve known. I love… I loved… I… I hadn’t noticed how gray summer looked after years of dancing while my cheeks got tearstained… Continue reading
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My Sun of Righteousness arises, carrying healing in His rays.
There’s an utter sadness weighing, flying over the wings of joy; maybe it’s my last piece of grief from everything that came to pass, everything that is, and everything that was. What could have been had I written anyway that day? I would’ve looked foolish, yes… but maybe you’d be here. Maybe you wouldn’t and… Continue reading
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He craves to find you…
Atomic kind of love, you say… Yeah, I see, we’ve all known this reckless, explosive… destruction. Did you know? Atoms do change their behavior when observed, as they do when ignored. Their movements make us, or break us, because in the end… that’s all we are; dusty atoms trying to not die in a mass… Continue reading
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La rama, abrir los ojos, y resistir. (2/3)
2. Abrir los ojos Cuando entregas esas ligaduras que te atan secretamente todavía a la oscuridad, a la muerte, empiezas a ver muchas cosas de manera diferente… poco a poco. Cuando volví a ver el árbol naranja, mi atención fue llevada a algo: ¿Ves el hoyo? Y entonces me subí a mi habitación pensativa… Tiene… Continue reading
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La rama, abrir los ojos, y resistir. (1/3)
Why do You hold my head and care for me enough to let me kneel at your feet? I understand now that I was waiting for you to extend Your hand in favor just so I could get up and finally leave; unburden even Your hands. How heavy I find myself at every turn, heavy… Continue reading
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Started in December
After all this time…I sometimes feel hanging by a thread; still holding on for dear life.It’s on days like these, where every speck of improvement suddenly feels smaller than before and I’m left wondering if it’s all coming back or if I even escaped at all, when I fear that nothing’s happening… it seems to… Continue reading
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My King’s hands
I won’t talk about my past. I don’t miss it anymore, nor the idea I held of it all. Has your heart ever been torn in a mending kind of way? Just as if a sword pierced it in a healing manner. Yesterday mine was: I had tried to forget before, to hold on to… Continue reading
