Wednesday, August 10, 2011


dear self: 

you have to hear me now.

this is what i am not.

because this is what you keep telling me i am. 

knife-point. razor edge. whispered screams that never stop chanting this mantra, as though you are tucked between my earlobe and my throat. 

i'm sick of hearing what i am not. 

your voice is too sweet. too smooth. too easy to take in, this poison pill.

empty. broken.

measured in loss.

worthless to all. 

you have been weighed. measured. found wanting. 

no. one. loves. you.

i hate to break it to you.


because you have failed to take into consideration

the other voice.

the stronger voice.

the gentler voice.

the voice of Love. 

Strong. Beautiful. 

Fixed. Repaired. Adored.

Loved THIS much. {arms outstretched to fit the rugged cross}

I love you. 


your voice will fade to white noise.

you will be one day be forgotten.

it is His voice that will endure 

through eternity. 

Linking up with Emily: imperfect prose on Thursdays
Yes, this now a weekly song for which I wait each week. 


  1. This is very beautiful. My mind is my worst enemy, telling me lies. Thank you for this reminder to take those lies captive and replace them with truth. You write with such poetic tones. Love it!

  2. oh, amen! what a beautiful thing that He changes our name from those names that bring shame to those that bring life and beauty. beautiful write!

  3. AMEN! Isn't the love of Jesus something wonderful?! The ways His words heal and drown out all other noise! He is so strong! So loving! So giving! Thank you for reminding me of this today!!

  4. The eternal push-pull of life without which there would be nothing to care about. Beautifully written.

  5. This is so lovely. You are a very talented writer. It is so easy to obsessively focus on what we think we lack instead of listening to the Truth. Inspiring and very well put :)

  6. ahh, the stronger, gentler voice... such a paradox, much like Jesus: so powerful, so kind. thank you for this reminder, friend.

  7. love love love love. can relate to this on so many different levels. i needed this today.


I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know there's nothing but light when I see you. :: Shinji Moon