Joe Sebeh

Joined August 2022

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Friend, Brother, and Son to all. I invite you without fear to a sacred world of wonder, to stories and poems that transport you to new worlds, and above all, to encounter God's presence in the broken, the holy, and all that lies in between.

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Ash-Smeared Gospel for the Last Taxi Out of Ramses Station
I have seen the youth of God boiling beneath the veil, sweating incense and kerosene beneath the metro flicker, scriptures folded in the back pocket of a knock-off Levi’s,
By Joe Sebeh4 months ago in Poets
An Architecture of Flame
I have walked the blueprints of cathedrals where breath was measured in marble, and grace was rationed like wine at a war-torn wedding.
By Joe Sebeh4 months ago in Poets
The Law Wears Shoes
I saw the Law walk into town last night. Sandals spitting gravel, cloak soaked in firelight, eyes made of ink and orchard smoke.
By Joe Sebeh4 months ago in Poets
Not a Rulebook, but a School of Love
Beloved, You have heard it said: The Law is a wall, a book of rules, a list of what not to do. But I tell you, the Law is a window.
By Joe Sebeh4 months ago in Poets
The Electric Benediction of Sister Halo-Jane
She came riding in on a tambourine, clothed in static and kerosene, with a veil made of Sunday receipts and hands that glowed like Pentecost heat.
By Joe Sebeh5 months ago in Poets
The Tower That Knows Weather
The headland reaches like a miscounted finger into gray water, and at the finger’s tip stands the turning glass that refuses fire. Its pale wheel sweeps the fog and paints the surf the color of sick fruit. Stones stitched into a spine lead to it, vertebrae shifting as if remembering another body. The door is a wooden eyelid that never quite closes. Touch it, and the grain moves like small fish under ice, names trying to wriggle free of timber that won’t forget.
By Joe Sebeh5 months ago in Poets
The Gospel of the Disabled Body
Beloved, To the one whose body moves in rhythms unfamiliar to others To the one whose mind fogs when the room is too bright
By Joe Sebeh6 months ago in Journal
The Wounds of Our Children
Beloved I am kneeling with you in sorrow, beside shattered pews and broken dreams. My heart bears what yours is breaking under.
By Joe Sebeh7 months ago in Journal
The One Who Is Fully Seen
Beloved, To the one who believes no one truly sees them I see you. But more than that, You've never been unseen.
By Joe Sebeh7 months ago in Journal
The Kingdom We Forgot
Beloved, To the one who suspects that Jesus never wanted this version of Christianity Come close. You are not alone in your suspicion. And you're not blasphemous for feeling it.
By Joe Sebeh7 months ago in Journal
The Tyrant We Invented
Beloved, To the one who still believes in God but no longer knows if they like Him I do not write to argue with your doubt.
By Joe Sebeh7 months ago in Journal
The Gospel of the Cracked Floor
Beloved, To the one who walked through the Church’s wide doors and left hungrier than when they entered I write to you not to justify the space you left but to name the hunger you carry. Because it is not small. It is sacred. And I believe it is shared by Christ Himself.
By Joe Sebeh7 months ago in Journal

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Ash-Smeared Gospel for the Last Taxi Out of Ramses Station

An Architecture of Flame

The Law Wears Shoes

Not a Rulebook, but a School of Love

The Electric Benediction of Sister Halo-Jane

The Tower That Knows Weather

The Gospel of the Disabled Body

The Wounds of Our Children

The One Who Is Fully Seen

The Kingdom We Forgot

The Tyrant We Invented

The Gospel of the Cracked Floor

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