Through all our veils and shrouds of daily pain,
Through our bruised bruises and re-opened scars,
He falls and stumbles with us, hurt again
When we are hurt again. With us he bears
The cruel repetitions of our cruelty;
The beatings of already beaten men,
The second rounds of torture, the futility
Of all unheeded pleading, every scream in vain.
And by this fall he finds the fallen souls
Who passed a first, but failed a second trial,
The souls who thought their faith would hold them whole
And found it only held them for a while.
Be with us when the road is twice as long
As we can bear. By weakness make us strong.
The Stations of the Cross: VII Jesus falls the second time, Malcolm Guite, Sounding the Seasons: Seventy Sonnets for the Christian Year


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(4) New Messages

When I first started talking to john every morning he’d send me a picture of the sun rising in the morning or when he would go on road trips he’d send me a picture of the sunset and these are some of the pictures he sent.

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(4) New Messages

When I first started talking to john every morning he’d send me a picture of the sun rising in the morning or when he would go on road trips he’d send me a picture of the sunset and these are some of the pictures he sent.

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Instead of withholding love to change somebody, I poured it on, lavishly. I hoped that love would work like a magnet, pulling people from the mire and toward healing. I knew this was the way God loved me. God had never withheld love to teach me a lesson.
Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz (via suntanintexas)

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Richard Leach
7 Words, Distressed page from old poetry book on playing card.

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Richard Leach

7 Words, Distressed page from old poetry book on playing card.

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