Crucifying Inherited Desires
What my parents don’t realize is I have the same desires they do,
Handed down through blood and memory,
Threaded into the fabric of my soul.
Confessions of an Orthodox Christian Convert
I never felt like a worse Christian until becoming Orthodox—
Not because I was failing more,
but because I finally saw what fullness looked like.
More Than Words
A haunting reflection on empty promises—this poem speaks to those affected by addiction, reminding us that real love is shown not just in words, but in the quiet proof of daily devotion.