a poem

Photo by Sophie Dale on Unsplash

This piece first appeared on my Instagram profile and is a response to the Day 1 prompt in the Create Anyway challenge.

This 5 day challenge is hosted by The Breath and the Clay and Create Anyway.

Our Immanuel,
walk into our rooms.

Our empty ones
Wall-to-wall fears
Unswept, hopeless spaces
Closets, skeleton-crowded
Our shrines to what isn’t there.

In rooms reminding us everyday
of failure
or departure

be with us.


You are with us.

If heart is unmade
or home unbuilt
or hope untethered
you still don’t leave.

Your hands clasp around ours
your arms surround our shaking shoulders
your breath keeps our hearts beating amid burial alive.

And you are with us.

You grieve with us.
sit in silence with us.
wait for light and spark with us.

On Monday, may we remember
our Immanuel

is unshrinking
in the rawness of our pain

against our hope-wary gaze

despite our doubt.

Unfailingly, forever kind.

On Monday may we remember
we are not alone.

I write to invite pew-weary Jesus people to stop beating themselves up on God’s behalf, and embrace their truest identity as his beloved.

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Inviting pew-weary Jesus people to embrace + experience their truest identity as beloved through subversive spiritual disciplines. Hope*Writer. Creative mentor.

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