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april poems #2: a late easter poem
three-chord prayer: i can trace my faith back to many people, but i can only owe it to the Lord
are you chasing after the empty wind of vanity or the breath of the Spirit?
instead of a show, jon foreman // isaiah 1:11 // instead of a show // ecclesiastes 1:2 // instead of a show // matthew 9:12-13 // instead of a show // there's still time, jess ray // aria, bruce beasley // matthew 5:5

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april poems, #1 (director's commentary under the cut)
conversations with the tree in my grandma's backyard (psalm of psalms #1)
from a thousand mouths (5.6k, elwing-centric silmarillion fic)
Everyone at the Havens is heavy with what they’ve lost. It clings to their shoulders, drags them down. Elwing is a shining reminder of it, practically a beacon. They don’t need her to be haunted, too, so she folds it down as small as she can make it.
From a thousand mouths, our dead assemble.