By Cynthia Cady Stanton | Featured Contributor
In this moment,
I can see You.
I can feel You.
You are in my deepening breath.
You are the pause between my thoughts.
You are the beat in my heart.
You are the warmth in my touch.
You are the whispers that call my name.
Continue reading “There You Are [a poem]”
By Jeremiah Lin | Featured Contributor
I suffer from bipolar. Of the worst kind. Manic episodes. Severe psychosis. Deep delusions fully believing that I’m Jesus.
I will destroy my relationships. Make random connections with strangers. Come up with a million business plans to make a billion dollars. Empty my bank account and max out credit cards to “help” others. Give away all my earthly possessions. Isn’t that what Jesus would do?
I’ve made myself homeless. I’ve ended up in numerous mental hospitals. Had far too many run-ins with police officers. Most people, including cops, don’t understand the symptoms of mania. That makes me a perceived threat. Dozens of arrests. Spent several years of my life behind bars. Several times I’ve been brutalized by law enforcement. This last time nearly cost my life.
Continue reading “This Is Who I Am: A Glimpse into Jeremiah’s Story”
By Pam Kimmell | Featured Blogger
The road that we each travel
Is full of twists and turns
There are detours and temptations
Lessons each of us must learn.
If life was always perfect
And we never faced the bad
We’d have no real reflection
Of the happy times we’ve had.
Adversity brings the challenge
Of working towards new goals
Finding new solutions
Is balm for weary souls.
God never gives us more to handle
Than he knows we can take on
Remember following the darkest times
God provides a bright new dawn.
Continue reading “Keeping the Faith”
Moistened rivulets upon flushed cheeks
sculpt betrayal of a shrouded scar.
A heart immured, a spirit stilled,
ladened fetters from afar.
Free her from these vines that bind,
renew her with each embrace.
Let the wounds that scathed of yesterday
become kindling for a love engraced.
Continue reading “Salvation.”
by the hush
of a wayward tear
scalded her eyes
is an innocence lost
a wistfulness retained
a longing diffused
within the brine
like the dew
upon a thorn
to the force
of an ethereal call
With strengthened hope
through moistened gaze
down meandered path
upon her lips
does she taste
of her deliverance.
Continue reading “Deliverance”