In the body where everything has a price,
I was a beggar. On my knees,
I watched through the keyhole, not
the man showering, but the rain
falling through him: guitar strings snapping
over his globed shoulders.
He was singing, which was why
I remember it. His voice –
it filled me to the core
like a skeleton. Even my name
knelt down inside me, asking
to be spared.
He was singing. It’s all I remember.
For in the body, where everything has a price,
I was alive. I didn’t know the cost
of entering a song – was
to lose your way back.
I lost it all with my eyes
wide open.
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.
