Carry On: A Poem

Carry On,
Tired Exile,
In this Not-Yet, Not-Home.
Tripping and rising, and
denying and hoping,
Tired Exile,
Carry On.

Carry On,
Heavy Heart,
Darkness bleeds at the edge
and your mouth is full of
dirt from your stone
Heavy Heart,
Carry On.

Carry On,
Weak Spirit,
Unrequited and grieved
by Humanity, so much
me and you as them.
Weak Spirit,
Carry On.

Carry On,
World Stranger,
No home, no land, no nation.
But His medley of all
peoples make Zion.
World Stranger,
Carry On.

Carry On,
Flesh Temple,
Hear his heart in your chest
beat the cadence of an
eternal movement.
Flesh Temple,
Carry On.


Someday is coming as sure as the sun. Carry on fellow follower, he’s already carrying you.

Fight the good fight of faith; take hold of the eternal life to which you were called, and you made the good confession in the presence of many witnesses.
1 Timothy 6:12

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