The Ongoing Amen: A Journal

This is where faith meets the unfinished.
Where prayers don’t always end with answers, but with surrender.
Here, I write from the middle of becoming—where grace holds the questions,
and every breath is another quiet “Amen.”
These are the lessons, the wrestlings, and the whispers of hope
found in the everyday echo of a God who’s not done with me yet.

  • Evidence

    If a tree falls in the forestNary a soul to witnessDid it make a sound?If that tree was only known dead,Was it ever alive?How unfortunate for LifeHer value dependent Her memory reliantHer impact contingentOn such a fickle ideaTestimonies on her behalf Evidence producedDocumentation time stampedOnly bearing fruit in acceptanceOnly holding meaning if verifiedShe must prove…

  • To Him

    Some name fateThe decider of love.Others believe happenstanceClaims the blame. Perhaps it’s a choice; Our responsibility to make. Whatever it be, did not stop My eyes from drifting. Turning every which wayIn search of my love, my light. In the desperate pursuitOf him. Naivety led me to paths unlit. My love given to beings of…

  • Tolls of a Heart Most Loyal

    When a heart is broken, Why doesn’t she run?Why must she seek out perpetrators Until granted permission to hurt, Until bestowed validation In accordance with presently felt brokenness?Seeking intimacy with abusers of proximity.Seeking depth of awareness By those willing to tear her apart;Willing to piece together an identityNot belonging to them,Yet submissive to their desires…