all the times I’ve wished
you could know
the silent sorrow
lying stiff in my throat
like cold
and broken teeth.
I wish you could hear
the child that cries
in my flesh and makes
my bones ache.
I wish you could speak to my fear.
I wish you could hold me
in your arms like oceans
and soothe what my muscles remember
all the bruises, all the sour hope
all the screams and scraped knees
the cloudy days so dark
I wondered if my eyes
were even open.
The days that I felt
like August, and that I, too
would soon turn
to Fall.
I am a Christian in recovery from four decades of active addiction. I earned a B.S. in Psychology from Colorado Christian University, and I am currently earning an M.A. in Theological Studies at the same school. The main focus of my ministry is apologetics and doctrinal studies, and I am also involved in working with individuals struggling with mental health and substance abuse issues. To me, there is no "higher power" than Jesus Christ, who broke the chain of addiction in my life.
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From Fire and Water (severe trials) to a place of Abundance. God listens and hears our prayers. He blesses His people and does not withhold His love from us.
