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Thanksgiving by Melanie R.

Our hope brought thanksgiving;
The Lord Jesus Christ.
Our striving in sharing,
and doing what’s right.
As We come together to focus on Him;
For all thats been given.
The presence within.

Our hearts appreciation for all that we have.
For all that we’re stewards;
For answers to prayers.
Lord we say thank you,
for your love, for your grace!
It’s your name on high!
We sing of your praise!!

For all gifts received and all gifts bestowed.
It comes from the spirit.
Can’t be bought.
Cant be sold.
Our Lord’s plantings,
seed to sown.

We thank our Lord Jesus for His sacrifice,
the greatest gift given…
everlasting life.

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Manna by Melanie R.

Jesus Christ;
bread from heaven.
The One that gives life eternally.
Supplies, and multiplies;
All through Christ, and Christ alone.

Our True Manna from the sky.
Assigned-
A shadow of what was, and is to come.
Jesus our substance.
Manna the standard.
(He gave the manna.)

The Father gave the manna offering salvation to the world.
Eternal bread.
Sufficiently God supplies.
But are we seeking for the food?,
Or the life that satisfies?

God bless you all to the fullness of Christ on this holiday! Body and spirit, take in The Life!

Please feel free to leave your prayer requests if you need extra prayer over this season.

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The Veil by Melanie R.

Birthed in fire.

Called, Chosen, Appointed,
Confirmed, Anointed…

You hear, you see.

You know-

The gate is open!
The veil lifted;
Piercing our soul!

Moving beyond the tears, and suffering in pain.
The glory of the Lord rises upon us.
We wear heaven’s crown!!

Remnant revealed!!

Stand in awe and tremble at God’s healing work in me!

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A “core memory” (a phrase popularized in part by the 2015 movie Inside Out) is a significant moment or experience that stays with you and shapes you in some way. Core memories often connect to strong emotions — joy, fear, love, embarrassment, pride, belonging — and become experiences you can recall clearly even years later. They might be impactful conversations, milestones, turning points, once-in-a-lifetime adventures, difficult truths, important relationships, “firsts,” flashes of clarity, or life lessons.

Here is my poem:

The Tears that Shaped Me

The hallway glowed a bright yellow.
It was dark outside,
and I carried a faint excitement
that maybe it would be a good night for me.

My long dress — my favorite color — that exact shade of sky blue you see at noon on a cloudless June day with a soft, warm breeze.

Only then did I realize
I had no idea how to move in this space, how to belong here.

I walked into the lunchroom,
strange and unfamiliar in its new arrangement.
I missed my mom the moment she slipped away, leaving as quickly as she arrived.

Two hours, then three.
I watched, a puzzle piece that didn’t fit, a quiet spectator taking notes, seeing everything through a microscope.

I wasn’t “picked” that night.
Invisible.

A dance — a tiny stamp of approval — was nowhere for me.
This chapter of my life ended right then, ushering in a transition I didn’t ask for.

Was I even there?
Did it even happen?

Tears soaked the dress
until it became its own rainy day.
My chest tightened.
Regret and sadness painted my heart in black, burgundy, and navy blue. The sunny June afternoon turned into a December midnight storm —
cold and unwelcoming.

The unchosen.
A title I still carry,
a backpack glued to my shoulders.

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Don’t be embarrassed by your tears. They are the beautiful rain that washes you clean. 💧💧💧

Original piece by @meaustin91

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I never wanted to be the loudest mind in a quiet room. It just kept happening — truth slipping out like breath, not prophecy... and people watched as if revelation were some secret I was chosen to carry, when really, I’ve just grown tired of pretending the obvious is complicated. There is a strange punishment in clarity: the clearer I speak, the more they insist it must be wisdom. They praise what they cannot imitate — not realizing I never meant to teach, only to meet... and I pay for it in solitude; I do not seek pedestals — as pedestals are prisons disguised as altars.

the truth leaves my mouth

the quiet room now stares back

just lost, not profound

Sometimes I wonder: if someone else finally said what I see so clearly, would I feel relief or wounded, as if deprived of my special individuality? Or would it maybe just feel like peace in the resound — proof that I am not the last of my kind in this quiet world full of loud people who say nothing.

empty lecture hall

my words still echo louder

than the mere applause

​​​​​​​There’s a particular kind of loneliness reserved for the ones who think in layers... for those who speak in truths before others manage metaphors. They call it depth, but it feels more like exile. A mind sharpened by solitude learns too early that brilliance is not applause — it’s the ache of standing where no one else stands yet. I wanted company — not a crown.

pedestal is glass

they see the light, not the height

I long for flat ground

On World Poetry Day, they celebrate voices like mine — voices that bleed neat and beautiful on paper. They see the poem, but not the person whispering lines into a void that rarely whispers back. They say poets change the world, but I know the truth: poets survive it. We do not write because we wish to be revered— we write because silence feels like drowning. Some search for fame — I search for reflection. The rare soul who arrives not to admire or follow — but to answer... someone whose silence carries thought, and whose voice arrives not as an emulation, but presence.

late revelations

I write to not disappear,

not to be profound

Poets do not break by screaming; poets break by going quiet. Until then, I keep writing — not for the audience, but for the possibility... and if no one arrives to speak in my cadence, I will not dim my voice... I'm not sure if I even know how. I will build a language they must learn or lose; not chosen — just unwilling to disappear.

the dialogue fades

only sequins and applause

I wait for the thought

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Sweet Release by Melanie R.

Let every voice of fear be silenced!

Let every anxious feeling be shut down;
and every dark thought that said you are broken, …or forgotten,
be CRUSHED under this Sweet Release!

The past is healed,
and the future is declared righteous!

Omnipotence pour over your spirit and be released!

Sweet release!
Thank You Jesus!

Moving mountains!
I’m free!
Sweet release!

Your future is in God’s Hands;
It’s unshakable!!
Nothing on this earth can come against you.
Miracles happen to this day!

Have faith!
Sweet release!

We ask Mighty God of Heaven to shake your spirit free!

Be free!
In Jesus’ name!

Be released!
Have faith!

Ooh sweet release!
Nothing’s impossible with The One and only True God!

Matthew 17:20
“Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, Move from here to there, and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you!”

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Destiny’s Door by Melanie R.

Ignite your spirit!
The final stretch is so close-

Feel divine fulfillment.
Holy Spirit, Holy Host.

What God has released is unstoppable! Sudden glory!
We are almost there!
Inches away from destiny’s door.
Surrender.
Endure.

Our life Authored by Heaven.
Positioned…aligned.

Refined vessels carry refined messages!
Elevated.
Silence doubt-
Reject fear!!

Activate divine movement!
Closer than you know.
Stay ready!

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