The banana cake was broken when it came out of the baking dish
Let’s face it. No one is perfect, only one is – Jesus.
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Raindrops
On empty twigs
November is cold
and dark
Tuesday
freezing
Is going to bed
Leaves are falling
Rain falls down
Empty trees
Cold feet
A messy living room
Noisy thoughts
November is dark
Photo Copyright Heidi Spangberg Christensen
It is raining
It is cold
The days are short
Leaves are falling
The sky is grey
November is dark
We hear a calling
Outside the door
I have sown thistles for too long
What is my new me?
I’ve stood in the rain
(inside)
The water dries up
In the valley of tears
Flood of sand
Who can enclose the darkness?
I long for the one who died for me and now lives
The sun is shining
on the folded hands
I’m only dust
The curtain of the sky
Torn apart
The head is filled
With your word
The day sleeps no longer
Waiting for the lamb
On my knees
I’m lying
In the shadow
Of your wings
Only you, Lord can quench
The thirst
In my soul
Eternal you
You, the only God
You are my life and my light
You are who you are
Rain
tiredness
I can’t feel myself
A bird flies into the window
The body is a stone
Don’t wanna get up
The cold fingers
Write no more
I’m tired and hungry
I can’t do anything
Headache, autumn storm, October rain, moving mess and emptiness
I am powerless
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