Pulpitual


There she was

She knelt beside me

Bent in prayer, fervent verses

I prayed too

The cathedral held us

The Mighty Lord’s House

She was an angel

The stained glass window reflected

sins of past, forgiveness, reconciliation

We sang hymns and praised the Lord Jesus

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Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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