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Sacred Places

walking furnace to trinity 018

It’s an obscure spot

on a winding

country road

where the body


but the soul was



It’s the bathroom floor

wet with tears

cried from a

broken spirit

who bows

her head

to a sovereign God.


It’s a quiet porch

overlooking the beauty

of a yard with

tall trees worshiping.

It’s the whispered caress

of God

in the breeze.


It’s the heart of

a God-wrestler

pushing Him away

while still holding on tightly.

It’s the exhausted embrace

of a God-pursuer

who has finally come back home.


written on October 30, 2009


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