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hi <3 reworked this poem

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april poems #2: a late easter poem

And Jesus cried out again with a loud voice, and yielded up His spirit. Then, behold, the veil of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom; and the earth quaked, and the rocks were split, and the graves were opened; and many bodies of the saints who had fallen asleep were raised; and coming out of the graves after His resurrection, they went into the holy city and appeared to many. (Matthew 27:50-53)

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three-chord prayer: i can trace my faith back to many people, but i can only owe it to the Lord

translation:

ila el abad el abeedeen, ameen: common formulation to end a prayer. "forever and ever, amen"

merci Seigneur, de l’avoir appelée à toi: thank you Lord, for calling her to you

ya Rab, barek el taree’, barek el siyyara, barek el ta’es, barekna: Lord, bless the road, bless the car, bless the weather, bless us

je crois, Seigneur; vient en aide à mon incrédulité/ouminou ya Sayed; fa aʿen ʿadama eemanee: "i believe, Lord; help my unbelief" in the respective languages

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are you chasing after the empty wind of vanity or the breath of the Spirit?

instead of a show, jon foreman // isaiah 1:11 // instead of a show // ecclesiastes 1:2 // instead of a show // matthew 9:12-13 // instead of a show // there's still time, jess ray // aria, bruce beasley // matthew 5:5

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april poems, #1 (director's commentary under the cut)

this isn't quite escapril, because my friend and i cobbled together a few prompts from both old iterations of escapril and our minds, so that's why i'm not calling it that. today's prompt was hometown, but as you can see i didn't quite stick to that (but hey! prompts are there to provide inspiration, not necessarily just to have a poem that fits them exactly. this a rule i have just made up).

took a walk outside (it WAS two degrees) both to get out of the house and also to find inspiration, and the first line popped into my head (though more as a funny post than a poem). but then i was like you know what this could be a poem. so now we have a spring poem i guess! wolf imagery strongly inspired by the imagery in how to cook a wolf by mfk fisher.

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conversations with the tree in my grandma's backyard (psalm of psalms #1)

was talking to a girl i met at my friend's youth group about how i wanted to write poetry about God but i felt like everything had already been said and I wouldn't be bringing anything new to the table. like just look at the psalms! and she told me well then write meditations on the psalms in the form of poetry. and that kinda made something click in my brain so this is part one of hopefully many more :] (the title psalm of psalms was also suggested by her as a joke but then i was like wait no actually i like that)

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from a thousand mouths (5.6k, elwing-centric silmarillion fic)

Everyone at the Havens is heavy with what they’ve lost. It clings to their shoulders, drags them down. Elwing is a shining reminder of it, practically a beacon. They don’t need her to be haunted, too, so she folds it down as small as she can make it.

From a thousand mouths, our dead assemble.