Izzy circle


my body is a temple, but
my form of worship is sometimes crude
roughing up these holy insides

burning out adrenaline stores
mind chanting body on, through the wall
of no sleep to find ascension

remembering these fingers, these toes
climbing into sleep exhausted, remembering
this temple is a real, fallible human body too.


Sarah circle


There is something humbling in knowing that I will never know the answers to all the questions in life
Like: why can’t I brush my teeth without covering my whole chin in a beard of toothpaste foam?
Truly, the lord works in mysterious ways.



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