medication of the sort.

i have been sprinkling salt water over barren fields these days.
the crops are choking beneath the surface, desperate for the sun to bring them up out of darkness, yet unaware that such light will bring life.

i have been set apart.
but this holy thing bites like isolation.
i need other human souls to pour into mine & gauge me back to full.

i have been covered with unparalleled love, but i can't help but notice this patch of my heart is dry & cracking.
my setting apart is a blessing - evidence of His present work.
i know He is proud.
i know there is reason.
so i will climb to the other side stronger. redeemed.

may my faith overcome my human mind.

reminiscent of a sea-do.

i am strung out on grace.
the smoke lingers.

can you tell me why this shame bites at my heels?
my silhouette is chased by a nameless grief.
send sweet freedom rain to my eyelids;

let me feel it on my lips.

i am strung out on grace.

the smoke lingers.

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these divine words fall on my hands like white powder,

like a liquid to refresh my veins.

tangible, if only to my heart alone;

open your jaws.

if this is security, i am unshakeable.

if this is wisdom, i am undeniable.

if this is hope, i am free.

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"& you will sing on the skin of those you ink, on their unsung skin."

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i am strung out on grace.

the smoke lingers.