• Black Light

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    The sun rose in the west
    this morning,
    and the light was cold.
    She spoke and the words
    were backwards,
    inside out,
    thoughts unwound,
    like strands
    of a sticky web,
    attaching to chaos
    and confusion.
    Her kiss burned his neck,
    her gaze his eyes,
    her touch his arm,
    and sky swirled into the dark sea
    as she spoke,
    and he swam
    for the clouds,
    for the stars,
    for the nebulae,
    reaching for The Hand,
    for deliverance from
    the darkness.
    But the sun rose in the west
    this morning,
    and the light was cold,
    and sky was
    sucked into the sea.

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    A web programmer by day, I somehow still spend a lot of time thinking about relationships, God, and the significance of grace and love in daily events. I am old school in the sense that I believe in the reality of sin, and in the need of each human heart for deliverance to the Divine. I am one of those who believes that Jesus Christ is the Son of God, and that you can find most answers to life's pressing issues in Him and His Word, the Bible. I ain't perfect, and a lot of the time I ain't good, but by God's grace and kindness, I am forgiven and free.

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