This Leaf | A Poem by Joyclam

Post-Coronial dystopia

2022 | digital media

In the war at home, I honor the sanctity of grief. My grief. Their grief. Your grief. Our grief.

If I am to remember God's love in my darkest times, I would ask Him to remember what it's like to grieve so hard you drown the whole world.

If I want to heal, know God, and be restored sevenfold, what should I expect but a whirlwind? When God sends a plague, it sets people free.

Keeping the Christ in Christmas is not nearly so important... as keeping the I in Christ.