In your eyes I see a paradigm shift.
Days that grew into years – arid soil
for budding stems – a backward
blossom from futility: coarse entrails,
crows feet, edges sallow from hard
stares, rapt with a fire that once
safeguarded suns. You weep without
tears, beckon without words, cough
dirt from black lungs — measures of a
man whose pride befell brawn, whose
calloused hands roughened with each
shake, whose embrace anchored arks
and buoyed feet with unfettered grace.
In your eyes I see myself, wild with
desire, lost in reverie, akin to flames
that flicker yet never fade. You lie still,
your body hollow beneath heaves, your
soul like driftwood ashore, a fractured
shelter gleaning headlong into light.


Posted by Jason Ramsey

Christian. Dad to five, including two sets of twins. Husband to favorite person. Guy behind ALTARWORK and Amity Coalition. Interests: mental health advocacy, social equality, religious freedom. Writing featured at Patheos, Venn Magazine, The Bees Are Dead, The Mudroom, My Ink Dance, ALTARWORK, and more. Leading by leaps of faith and grace. Exposing goodness every day.


  1. I love this…so beautiful. Thank you.


    1. Thank you, Amy. 🙂


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