South Dakota shepherd with a love for writing, theology, and photography
Recent Posts
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“Be True Be True Be True!”
Have you ever read the Scarlet Letter voluntarily? If so, it’s possible that people hate you. Mainly because you might stumble through life with a sour expression on your face, looking for happiness in melancholy. For the healthy people that haven’t, here’s the low down: Hester Prynne (married) and Reverend Dimmesdale commit adultery in ultra-Puritan…
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Heaven
We can meet God now, feel His breath through our bones, Or barter with our made up god to take us to our made up heavens —at sometime convenient to us, of course. Heaven is a little scary, Terrifyingly beautiful, spontaneous. Heaven sets fire to our blood. Heaven burns off our facades, Heaven bids us…
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John 8
You without sin throw the first stoneGo on pick it up Feel its lethal weight on your tongue It’d be so easy to let it fly through the air Far away from you, Pile your death on another so you feel alive But you might find, That weightless feeling fleeting You might look closely at…
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with and without
I know who I am without You. Pseudo goddess, I curse my own altar As I sacrifice my years. My desperate eyes watch Hope burn to ash. —Worshipping myself never made me righteous. I know who I am without You. Squirming under the weight of my imagination, I must romanticize my existence to breathe. I…
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Sometimes life is messy tangled interactions weave an intricate existence of who what wheres and often no whys simple situations yield significant change or not sometimes
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Intellectuals
In giving up dreams of perception You might find you’re less of a dick Refrain from rehearsed phrases Meant to forge intelligence Let go of suppressing goodness for the sake of pessimism None worship at your feet oh god of aestheticism But if your sad ego simply won’t wake up, may you have the stamina…
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Slow life
I wake up in the morning and make breakfast for my dad and I, the usual-broccoli and eggs. Dad is out flying so I have about an hour. As soon as I see him walking back from the airplane hanger I put in some toast for our hour of coffee and conversation. We’ve somehow managed…
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Thank goodness people only think of themselves
Even as I write this I wonder what they’ll think. but I’ve observed myself enough to know I wont lose sleep As the skipping stone briefly pauses Half a moment place to place Attention spans don’t linger long memories live to sink. So forgive me when I don’t remember yours be…
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Fake Flowers
Mistaken adoration makes my stomach weak. Claims of goodness follow lies between piano keys. Consume all righteous credit and call it humility. For two hours be the person I pretend to be. Their flattery feeds my self-loathing. Bubbling beneath my smile, My lips threaten the truth. I’m a liar. I don’t know this god. But…
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Words
You think our exchange of words a passing formality A ball bounced off unaffected pavement and not injected into my inescapable body Did you know your words have eternal shelf life in these cranial aisles? I am the preservative of foreign thoughts imported from places I’ve never been But I am not entirely ungrateful With…
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Sentel Schreier 