Immaculately Desecrated

I know it--I've always known it--but seeing it always breaks my heart. I can't imagine what it does to Yours.

And it's a reminder of who I was. Who I am in many ways, but who I no longer want to be.

I can't look. Is there any hope for us? For our generation, or the next, or the next?

May there no longer be any hypocrisy among us.

"For I have been crucified with Christ, and it is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives within me. And this life I live in the body I live by faith in the Son of God, who loves me and gave His life for me."
Galatians 2.20

With apologies

Ghostly is the sound of snow 

crushed beneath tires

as I look out upon

the white emptiness of this parking lot

where nary a raven would alight.

Into this molasses cold

silence thick and dark

stirs a single cry:

"There must be more."

I miss her so much.

Obedience

Expiation.

Steadfast

I don't ever want to stop fighting for this world.