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By: littlepeace March 29, 2013June 4, 2016
poetryChristianity, lent, poetry

iscariot

a whispered “rabbi”

betrayal

when your kiss left you

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About Amelia


I'm an editrix, a writer, a poet, a photographer, and a wielder of butter. I love Jesus because He loved me first.

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On my 29th birthday we visited Down Cathedral, famous as a burial place of St. Patrick, and attended a service there. Who knows if his bones are actually on these grounds, but we loved every part of our visit.
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here i stand on the edge of wildness on the cusp of wilderness on the brink of a barren land eyes straining sight searching for a road through Repent, for the Kingdom of Heaven is near! finally i spot it a silver sliver snaking, winding ’round rocky outcrops through thistle thickets down deep, dark defiles this is the way You’ve made for me? Repent, for the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand! surely this is not the way — this wasted world these waterless clouds that riddling route — surely this wanting road is not the way home and yet … Repent, for the Kingdom of Heaven is near you! here i stand on the edge of wildness on the cusp of wilderness on the brink of a barren land waiting dreading longing to take the first step

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