Month: April 2017

NPM 7: Moody Girls and Late Night Walks

NPM 7: Moody Girls and Late Night Walks

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We are not well, you and I.

Could be why you’re having a conversation with yourself in the mirror.

You’ve been crying at your desk again. 
You almost cried at lunch.
You are not fine.
Why are you so hard to love?
Why aren’t you like the other girls?
“Is it raining there?”
No. You lie
“Did you walk the dog?”
Yes.  Another lie.
“Are you going to sleep?”
Yes. You spare him the truth of you laying here too apathetic to even want to get up to relieve yourself. You move because even you aren’t that low.
You go out eventually. It’s raining, but you’re too far gone to care.
The rain makes you feel something and that’s better than nothing– even if it’s purely sensory.
Rain is water. Water is wet. You are now wet.
The dog is wet. The dog now smells.
You feel nothing, but that you are slowly getting wetter.
So you walk with the dog trotting besides you, the two of you drowning in April showers. 

NPM 6: Risen

NPM 6: Risen

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On that morning, early they went, that grave, it stood empty, because He was risen.

Like a lamb to the slaughter, He was lead.

Abandoned.

Betrayed.

Despised. 

Father forgive them, they know not what they do. 

The Father turned his face.

A sacrifice so great.

A story of love.

The skies turned black. 

The earth cried out, weeping for its King.

The earth trembled, it shook, it ached, from Glory so great.  

Death is defeated. 

It is finished. 

The veil is torn. Here I stand in His presence. I am no longer ashamed. 

Why do you seek the living among the dead? 

You know—He is risen.

Death has no power, because He is risen.

I am healed—because He is risen.

All chains are broken, I am bound no more—because He is risen.

We stand here free—because He is risen.

He is risen. He is risen. He is risen. 

I am redeemed, because He is risen. 

NPM 5

NPM 5

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The sorrow of the night torments me and I wait for peace of dawn.

I watch as the sun creeps across the
sky.
 
The night breaks and the light spreads calling the world to rise.

Morning arrives slowly, pink and orange cuts the inky black, and then erupts all at once in golden glory.


Apollo speeding across the sky in his chariot.

I listen to the birds begin their song and walk among the vines of morning glories as they open to receive the sun.


This is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it.



I close my eyes and give thanks for my favorite part of the day. 

NPM 3

NPM 3

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The morning is grey and I struggle to leave my bed. 


Get up.

I spread my arms and think of the things that need to get done.


No.

I curl up again and burrow under the blankets listening to the persistent tap tap tap of the rain against my window.


Get up.


Why? Nothing matters. 

Get up. This is what healthy normal people do.

I lay there, fighting the part of me that could just die and be done with it.

Get up.

I hear the jingle of a collar as the dog gets up and stretches.

I feel warm breath as a wet nose searches my blankets for me.

Get up.

“Ok boy, let’s go.”