“If we have died with him, we will also live with him
12if we endure, we will also reign with him
if we deny him, he will also deny us
13if we are faithless, he remains faithful— for he cannot deny himself.”
2 Timothy 2:11-13
My hands still scarred from the grasping
Of the dreams and the visions
I ached to see made manifest
Ripped from my hold
Stigmata
My heart still wounded from the rejection
Of the ones that I wanted to help
I hungered to be at home
But they didn’t want me
Flatline
My soul still uncertain from the shifting sand
Of the ground ever moving beneath
I need the world to stop spinning
Allowing me to feel secure
Entombment
My mind still questioning what to do now
In the space between lives
I work to heal myself
Through simply
Being
My true nature unhinged from seeking approval
Of the people I am sent to empower
I speak my truth with love
And holy boldness
Prophetic
My divine spark within still burns and radiates
In the darkness both without and within
The eternal flame is faithful
It never denies its own
Truth
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