Tag Archives: death

We’ll make do

For every hole you have, we’ll make do, says the Lord: For every type of starvation for every type of laceration for every type of amputation we’ll make do: For the end is not the end loss is not loss … Continue reading

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The brazen confirmation

“I want to enter your heart of hearts,” I say. “That is a very arduous path,” God says. “I want to enter your heart of hearts,” I say. © Meisaan Chan

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When you desire that one thing

When you desire that one thing all other desires are subordinate. This could be the death of you. This could be the life of you. © Meisaan Chan

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Flower bouquet, I

At first, I am overwhelmed by beauty I am blinded slowly, though, my eyes adjust and I start to see the subtle illness the subtle death the subtle imperfection and all of this gives me pause for praise, comfort, and … Continue reading

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Outside the tiny box

Welcome discomfort for she is the bearer of beginnings © Meisaan Chan

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The unconscious death-paths

Rescue me, O Lord when I travel along my death-paths; I don’t know how I got here again, but I need you to get me out © Meisaan Chan

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The unfeared descent

The sun knows its slow descent but note how it does not just go out: At its lowest point, it unfurls its majesty, its moment of greatest open giving © Meisaan Chan

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