Mezmur

Joined October 2018

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Rooted in Christian faith yet unafraid of human fragility, Mezmur writes as both survivor and worshipper. Her work invites readers to breathe again, to see that even in the deepest silence, Love remains.

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Steps In The Night
I don’t say your name though sometimes it’s whispered in prayer. When you walk through my mind, I don’t visit with you—
By Mezmur6 months ago in Poets
Why
They say “don’t ask God why,” but I want to know. You can take it. You are LORD— I check myself because you’re Holy, though.
By Mezmur7 months ago in Poets
The After
“There is a time for everything… a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance.” Ecclesiastes 3:1, 4
By Mezmur8 months ago in Poets
Hope
You were a friend that came without command You saw me bleed yet you still held my hand Inside the darkness, you found me like light
By Mezmur9 months ago in Poets
Selah
Sunday mornings are hectic at our house and this morning was no exception. My husband had to be at the church two hours earlier than usual to set up for the livestream and do a sound-check with the band. Our church was having their 149th annual homecoming service, and I was on my own for getting myself, a chocolate mousse pie, and our three kids ready and to church in one piece despite the torrential downpour.
By Mezmur10 months ago in Families
We Were Perfect
I will forever have my parents to thank for making me interesting. Turns out, when you uproot your family and move them across an ocean in pursuit of better opportunities and a chance at the American Dream, you automatically instill in your child a sense of patriotism—and a smidge of existential dread.
By Mezmur11 months ago in Families
The Little Boy's Lunch
Every town around the Sea of Galilee was buzzing with rumors that Messiah had finally come. "Mama," I said, handing my baby sister her toy, "what do you think he's like?"
By Mezmur11 months ago in History
Brave New Girl
I heard many killers write manifestos. Well. I killed my past. I'm killing this blouse. I kill when I write, So here's mine:
By Mezmur11 months ago in Poets
Your Love
Your love is not a flame That burns hot and destroys It's light that guides me back To the place I belong Your love is not a wave
By Mezmur11 months ago in Poets
Beloved
I heard Him calling in the garden 'mongst the trees His singing soothed my soul and brought me to my knees His gentle love filled every single
By Mezmur11 months ago in Poets
Porcelain Elephants. Top Story - February 2023.
This story was originally published 2 years ago. In Memory of T.M. The ashes arrived in a beautiful hand-carved wooden box. When I saw it, it was displayed next to a little porcelain figurine of a mother and son elephant.
By Mezmur11 months ago in Confessions
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God gave venom to scorpions, claws to bears, and words to me. Kangaroos and Peacocks make themselves big to be more menacing. I write with spite.
By Mezmur12 months ago in Confessions

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Brave New Girl

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