Category: Creation’s Cry
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The Crucifixion
A crown of thorns, woven by human hands, pressed against His brow, where sweat and blood mingle like unanswered prayers, dripping onto the dust—
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The Rooster’s Call
Beneath the flickering lamps, his shadow wavered, a ghost of conviction turned brittle under dread…
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The Language We Lack
How much joie de vivre do we miss simply because English has no word for it? How many gems of creation, light filtering through Japanese trees…
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Time
…as time flies fast — unless GOD cuts its wings. But then time seems to simply start to run out of space. Time sometimes only brings…
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Behind Every Door
…the Whole World and all there is, including your soul. Shadows stretch from the sun, seeking the end of the day…
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