Kneeling, a Lament.

I sing a lamentof a nation divideda strong man pulled downright on down to his knees But worse still and so infinitelymuch more disturbingis His much treasured familychock full of the disease For we spit and we sputterwith our tongues all unfurledwe devour and bitewe are just like the world Oh, we cherish our freedomgrab…

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We Are Not Consumed.

This morning I was sitting on the balcony with my daughter and my coffee. The sun was on my right side and a gentle breeze was blowing. Not many Turks get up as early as our daughter, so it was pretty quiet — enough to hear the birds chirping loudly from the tree about five…

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Is This What You Meant?

Is this what You meant when You made me? When You formed me? When You planted the spark in my mother’s womb?  Is this what You meant before the universe burst to life, when You chose this exact moment of history to place me within? Is this what You meant, for me to flourish inside…

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Notes from the Collective.

Volume 6: the Jacker Revolution in Branch 12, 384-412 PST Preface As mentioned in my previous volumes, this series is an attempt to provide as extensive a history as possible of the Jacker phenomenon, as witnessed in each of its various iterations throughout the 16 branches of our species. Unlike several of our branches who…

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Out of the Black.

Something moves in the black. Shimmers. Squirms. I’m used to the darkness, so the movement is startling and uncomfortable somehow, but also mesmerizing. There’s some kind of light, some slight gloss of reflection. It wiggles and twists and I struggle to make sense of it. Is it a worm? A snake? The thought of it…

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Glimpse of a Warrior.

My eyes are drawn to the brief flickers of flame, well-masked by a tremendous amount of smoke. The bitter taste of it sits on my tongue as the awful sounds of battle clang in my ears. Then she emerges. Staggers, really. Her arms are at her sides, her hands empty. Somewhere back there in the…

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The Enemy.

The sand is mesmerizing. The way it moves, drifts — hovers, almost — over the surface of the beach. One might almost be forgiven for thinking it was alive because it moves like it has intelligence, or maybe more like the wind moving it has intelligence. Directing. Guiding. Showing it where to reach and leading…

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He Delighted In Me.

“He brought me out into a spacious place; he rescued me because he delighted in me.” Psalm 18:19 Although I’ve lived in spacious places all my life, I have never once been able to comprehend the Lord delighting in me. Loving me, yes. Tolerating me, sure. Choosing me to be in His family and then…

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Do You Need A Gift Receipt With That?

It’s the morning after Christmas and my daughter is teething. Nothing satisfies for long and her constant whining externalizes what I’m feeling on the inside.  I, too, want a lot of things I can’t have today, and I kind of feel like stomping my feet a couple times and whining would make me feel better. …

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Why Am I So Highly Favored?

Have you ever wondered what Mary was thinking when she said, “why am I so highly favored?” For some reason, this past month I’ve been pondering her response to the angelic news that she was to be the mother of the Messiah, and this is what I’ve come up with — perhaps Mary understood what…

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