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Some secrets, some slice of life, some transparency.


Blog Entry #1
Mysteries surround my life. Of the ones that occured in my early childhood, it is sufficient for me to know that trauma in the early life produces troubled kids. That is no secret, and there is no shame in that. We live in a sinful world. The sooner we come to that realization, the happier we will be on this side of eternity. I'm now realizing-- 2 weeks after my 28th birthday-- the true import of life. I've suffered enough headaches for a lifetime, but it was begging the Lor

apoemisasong
Feb 282 min read


The Last Letter Had I Sent the Last Letter
Isn’t it strange the imagination – to create a storyline with one who is not there, and with occasions that may never exist? They call it “loving the idea of someone“ – that in contrast to the reality. But I challenge such a notion, that love stories are borne of a back-burner, slowly churning into an untouched field. Yet frankly also, we often know nothing of what truly benefits us – thence we create what our minds would rather absorb. Humans crave love, and that almost with

apoemisasong
May 4, 20253 min read


Pearls On My Wedding Ring
I told my husband I want a ring. Oh, but "Adventists wear not jewelry," "a marriage relationship is not covenanted by the presence of a signet". Oh, but listen, contradictor, I want but one pearl of great price. He consented that I sold my belongings to give to the poor, for the land wherewith the pearl is hid costs a life. Where are the jewels and the gems that cost a life? On the hunt for treasure, we are pirates who travel by sea and by land. I say pirates for the loss of

apoemisasong
Mar 29, 20254 min read


Passion, the Noun
The candlelight of Christ's righteousness cleanseth they of filthy garments, as doth the fuller's soap. Our hearts burn when sliced thinly through. We labor on, bearing the weight of every step, bleeding at the teeth. Heartache is sharp; we are wrung and hung between heaven and earth, that the garments be blanched. Herein is life, and we scrape our knees upon the Comforter. Heedlessly we pray with stains invisible to the naked eye. I speak of the Passover Lamb. With great des

apoemisasong
Jan 23, 20252 min read
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