When you were young, spirits rose
from hollow arms, petals aligned
in rows, sundresses draped from
hips like windblown sails, lips
crested waves. When you were

young, mountains shifted along
fault lines, hellebores bloomed in
Lenten shade, lakes reflected
pines on glass — shadow-cast for
larks to mirror flight. When you

were young, innocence carved sin
as craftsmen shape oak — precise
blade against grain, pride-split,
salient — molded imperfection
from our Architect. When

you were young, paths cleared like
memories, stillborn to love that
swelled blue in your veins, a
snapshot of shutters swung shut,
eyes forlorned to frame a stare.


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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.

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