all things hold together
- rypennington94
- Oct 27, 2025
- 1 min read
a poem
Today's scars reopening into yesterday's wounds. Rhythms of rest unwanted space for pain to inflame secret senses. Slowly leaking, motivation depleting. Mind knows discipline as an aly, body responds like an adversary. God’s crowned creation, six feet from eye's gaze— drenched in spotlight captivating attention, heart feels miles away. The stage is a cage— Sunday entertainment. Looked at not seen. Heard not understood. Used not loved. Transaction. The chase for consistency as consistent as forgetful exhales. Enough could interlock with these sweaty hands and remain unknown. Maybe relief is future’s resident, revealed when we behold Beauty face-to-face. Liturgical resistance in this middle place— defying a life void of connection is the waving banner. If the cost is suffering, bleeding love will coat the path. If I fall apart along the way, trust remains with the One who holds all things together.


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