Noise. A poem.

all the world’s


tongues outstretched to taste

the vomit of


false and

rhetorical, voices

screeching with righteousness.

where are the still

small ones, sitting

cross cross applesauce 

not to be heard but

to hear

the only one whose 

Word matters,

calming like a clear smooth stream

saturating souls

waiting on

Him. only

then can we love. 

““Hear, O Israel: The LORD our God, the LORD is one! You shall love the LORD your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your strength. 

“And these words which I command you today shall be in your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, when you walk by the way, when you lie down, and when you rise up.”

‭‭Deuteronomy‬ ‭6:4-7‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

He knows. Hope and encouragement for #csa #survivors. 

For anyone who’s ever been told to hush, or that no one will believe you, or that your story is too dark to be told. 

God knows your pain.

He sees your wounds–and every person who ever inflicted them.

He heals.

He restores.

And He will bring justice.



one thing.

it’s loud out 

there, everyone with a sign, 

a banner, a stage.

all the world is one, after all. 

lost somewhere is 

a Man 

with an embrace for a droopy shoulder

a seat next to him on the bus

a bottle to count every tear

and somehow, armed with only those 

simple things

He still changes the world.