My soul clings to you,Your right hand upholds me.
Our appetites are fickle things
Qualities
Walking in the Deconstruction of your faith
Our narratives
Only someone unworthy can learn
The fool calls a fool a fool
Fight to the death
Answering your own questions
Presumptions and Vulnerability
Holding onto our world
Let the blow come . . .
Relying on our own words
Wisdom is a person
Shades of grey
Image bearers . . .
False Motives
