my mother left a god-sized yearning in me and my father left a god-shaped hole in me and now all I've got is this human-sized heart.
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my mother left a god-sized yearning in me and my father left a god-shaped hole in me and now all I've got is this human-sized heart.
questions for your new lover
āis the tehom of genesis a hole or a goddess or both
āwill you wear my lingerie
ācan i wash your feet with my tears, with this oil, with locks of my hair
āis the valley of negev close to us
āis god buried there
ācan you tell me where your god touches you, now
āwhat is the color of the visions that come to you in the night
11 hour graveyard shift at the hospital with only a 30 minute break and nurses yelling at me the whole time, look at how much my angel wings grew, yay, yippee~
Ėāā§ź°į š ą»ź± ā§āĖ
god likes you lonely. god likes you crushing on him. rumor is he's clingy. rumor is he's buried in the valley of negev. i know he's in your bed, though. i know his knees are to his chest on your bed, his cheeks flushed the color of lilacs. i know he loves you. he tells me this
how to handle religious crises
"i think god hates me"āgo to adoration
"it's been x years"āgo to adoration
"i can't feel god in my hurt"āgo to adoration
"my relationships feel lonely"āgo to adoration
"i think god is cruel, or neglectful, or negging"āgo to adoration
"the locusts consume too much of me"āgo to adoration
"my thrumming heart is leaky"āgo to adoration
"i'm lost"āgo to adoration
mad at g*d all of a sudden. so mad at him Iām screaming. doesnāt mean he gets to take my angel wings though. those are permanent.
actually my shoulder blades hurt all the time because my angel wings are growing. I know since the holy spirit told me herself <3
"whoever returns to their life will lose it," the child of nazareth tells his friends (mt 10:39). the verb in this is εį½ĻĪÆĻĪŗĻ, heuriskó from heuro. retrouving, retrieving, returning to. you resurrect one night, on a thursday, and you know in clarity the contours of god's love. you're in the garden with him, the genesic garden with ripe cherries and fluffy fronds. you return to your life. then, in one breath, you lose it. there's no consoling, not from the child of nazareth. you return to yourself only to lose yourself. that's religion
woke up feeling very 'the angel of theĀ LordĀ came a second time, touched him, and said, "arise and eat, or the journey will be too great for you"' today...
waking up on the first day off after a grueling work week and knowing you have another grueling work week ahead...still too tired and knowing of the horrors ahead to feel truly content yet the peace that comes with simply allowing your body to rest settles over you anyways...this must be what Elijah felt the first time after he woke up under the tree in the wilderness and ate the cake and drank the water that the angel left for him. when the angel told him to keep eating and resting because God knew the journey was still too great.
oh no, me feeling į¼ĻĪŗĻ Ī»Ī¼Īνοι and į¼ĻĻιμμĪνοιā¦.surprise, surpriseā¦ā¦Not.
you return to god, like he know you'd return to him. you return to him because he knew that. you return because this garden's hate-fucking you. because this river is too big. god knows your lip combo. he knows the color of your nephesh, the life-thing in your throat. he breathes into it, onto it. god's the v line of your lover's tummy. he's your runny nose, knees to chest on the bed, cheeks flushed like lilies. he's never not close to you. closer than that, even
fr. "A Bat out of Hell" by Mary Ruefle
āDustā by Dorianne Laux
fr. āHeaven on Earthā by Mary Ruefle
my work really has me ĪŗĪæĻιῶνĻĪµĻ away :(
dead dove but itās me warning you about the bible