Smug death
Infection
Guided by misdirection
I fall to the grave
Ablaze
In false glory
The story goes on
Repeated with repugnant nausea
I fall
O’ for the crash
For glue
To hold and make new
Made awake
Invigorated bliss
Subtle kiss
now bursting
O’ for light
O’ dawn blaze
Inflame my gaze
No more night
Set it to flight
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About Paul O'Brien
I am a lot of things; saint and sinner. I struggle and I strive. I am a husband and father of three.
I have been in pastoral ministry for 10 years. I went to school at the Southern Baptist Theological Seminary but most of my schooling has been at the School of Hard Knocks. I have worked various jobs, including pheasant farmer, toilet maker, construction worker, and I served in the military. My wife and I enjoy reading at coffee shops, taking walks, hanging out with friends and family, and watching our three kid's antics.
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