Fault Lines

Every broken heart has its fault lines. Do you know where yours are?

Cheap Grace

God forgive me my abuse of grace. Forgive me for treating your wounds, your blood with such contempt. Forgive me from turning from repentance to sin, again and again with no thought, not guilt, with an all but insensible heart. Please forgive me and lead me into brighter light.

Love

I think after it all, after all the work, the lies, the selfishness, the deceit; after all the seduction and pretense, the lull into “love;” I think all people really want to is to be loved in their unshelled starkness, to be accepted and embraced by just one other person, and to find completion in the reciprocation of that given love.