BLOG NUMBER SEVENTY-THREE: HOLLOW, SHALLOW, SWALLOWED WHOLE, DROWNING IN YOURSELF YET SOMEHOW FLOATING...

steven holding

Aug 28

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So That You Would Know Me by Steven Holding.

Feeling like forever, five-fingered crown holding her under. Struggling lungs burst; immersed in a bubbling butterfly swarm, ice-cold water warming as it yellows.

His strength’s greater than the child’s. His mercy allows her to surface, fresh air a fathers blessing, baptised in His name.

Holy Ghost, Son, still to come.

That is all. Over and out.

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