You call her a dirty slut You whisper “cheap whore” as she walks by Words echo in the long hallway of a high school Words echo in the tender spirit of a 16 year old girl
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Ruach
He’s always smiling, an easy grace on his lips. On his shoulders, rest that carries every shame.
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Exhale
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Exhale. Not my strong point. I—N—H—A—L—E, in in in in in in fill it to the tippy top Now hold, all full of life, love, everything everything Don’t. want. to. let. it. go.
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My Inmost Being
I asked God for a memory I wanted to understand me
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A Cry in the Darkness
A Cry in the Darkness ~ six months into living in a new place ~ In this swirling maze of darkness and blind pain, How can I reach for the light? You say to reach but I am trapped within! In my heart, I weep. My tears spill endlessly down my cheeks and stain the…
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The Light of Empathy
The downtown central library in San Antonio is lovingly referred to by locals as the “Enchilada.” The color of its skin can only be likened to the chili con carne sauce draped over a steaming plate of enchiladas. There are multiple floors to this library and extensive collections, and the most recent addition is a…
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Who Am I?
I am from perfectly made beds and nothing ever left on the floor. I come from a Scottish mother in Throckmorton, Texas. A redhead. A terror. A strong one disgruntled with life. Elva escaped the orphanage, but her two younger brothers did not. She was an adult toddler who took care of her flighty, artistic…
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Women drawn to the sacred.
When Red Tent Living began, I don’t think any of us knew what awaited us. What we did know back in those early days was that sharing our faith as women felt stifled. There wasn’t an overarching community that welcomed our experiences as women and our experiences of faith. In Red Tenting Living, our hope…
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Triumph
Against odds spring’s first sign comes winter’s coldest day. Against odds this delicate bloom breaks earth’s strong barrier. Against odds pure, white light shoves the darkness away. Against odds spring cannot come without enduring winter’s cold. Against odds she, like me, was created for this. Marit Krueger has lived in the Seattle area all her…
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Burn Out
We poured ourselves out cupful, bucketful streaming, gushing pumping it out every last ounce
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