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by Timothy Reed
I know one day
all the efforts of these hands
as the lips with coal
will burn away by heaven’s kiss:
white-hot, permanent
“when helping hurts”
words I read for someone else
I knew I knew more
than all of their faults
my love would be much more pure
but as much as I try
I find my hands are more built
to crush than to protect
and my compass-hand swings
from north to the south
with madman words
but on that day
when all will turn to face the Son
all the words will spill
every dark thought
self-serving hearts will face the Son
and on that day
when love will dawn on center-stage
we’ll all see it clear
as magnets all shift
from earth to sky above once more
yet, as long as we live
we must fight, we must bleed,
to trust and to forgive
as we harm and are harmed
by false flux: seeking self-North
see the bright searing burn as it scrapes
the harm from our help
the self from all our love
for there’s no greater love
than that one shed His blood for His friends.
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"Listen to your favorite song and use it as a foundation of rhythm and flow to create a contemporary poem. Only write while listening to the track." This poem was based on "For Miles" by Thrice.
