xxi: more than yesterdays

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a reason

Isaiah 55:11 : so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what i desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.

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i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

intertext

tai
lu
mikan
janice
qiao
dawn

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cottages

it is that time again,
where demolition foregrounds itself
in the matters of the heart.

this time,
i am relishing the crash a little more,
and watching the dust swirl up in anticipation.

for i know,
that when it all settles,
and the debris has all been cleared.

i will see the structure of the most beautiful dwelling i've ever set my eyes on,
rising up into the air,
ready to receive the only One who was meant to live there.

Labels: C.S. Lewis, faith, literary traces, personal

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