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i used to think that poetry and God could not possibly coexist,
that the words of a broken man got to be that way with a lack of faith
or too much of it
i used to think that the words of a poem defied the Word of God
because that kind of honesty is simply savagery wrapped in ribbons of doubt
and desire
but I've found that the words of a godly man are no different than those of any other
we are all people
and we are all waiting for our doubt to be untied,
to be ripped into like a gift
and we are all praying that what we find inside is what we want it to be
- ch
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carpe diem
Poetrybrought to you from the far corners, shallow pools, and desperate depths of my mind complete
