[Merry Christmas]

[o please]

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.

Where there is hatred, let me sow love.

Where there is injury, pardon.

Where there is doubt, faith.

Where there is despair, hope.

Where there is darkness, light.

Where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master,

grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console;

to be understood, as to understand;

to be loved, as to love.

For it is in giving that we receive.

It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,

and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.

Amen.

- Francis of Assisi

[reverberations]

Paid my debt and grief took over,
sorrow I hadn't seen for long
phantoms of old
a black hole
a memory, of a love that was gone
A man I though would be there forever
but neither of us, had what it would have taken

You can't just catch and keep
what is wild at heart
you must tame it and let it learn to trust you
and eats from your hand,
He wasn't willing take the risk
And now, just a vague scars remind

Expensive it was, to live in a lie
And wish someone had said it earlier
He loves you, but He doesn't love enough
the One for who you are willing to sacrifice all,
So I left, broken and abused
and so confused

There must be redemption
There is hope
but in the darkness of night
when it's hard to see beyond immediate
Sometimes I hesitate
I've learnt to not to be afraid anymore
Smile, dance, laugh without regrets

Will this residue go away
or must it be loved out?

[like guardian angels]

Kansas City Boiler Room from KC Boiler Room on Vimeo.

I adore the cinematic feel of this short introduction to the life of dear friends in Kansas City Boiler Room. I'm extremely excited to see these stories being birthed in my home country and in my city.

[360°]

[Perfect +/-1]

An evening which turned from work to prayer,
from prayer to revelation,
from revelation to shared understanding,
from understanding to knowing,
from knowing to scheming,
scheming and planning,
and laughter, and thanksgiving,
with a good meal and fazer blue,
and glögi and friends,
family gathered around
a dinner table and God.
Celebrating what is and what is to come.
Cycling home, in light snow fall.
You paint my world beautiful.


//Fire haunts us holds us now
Bright eyes still hides us, takes us now
Still spins us wild


Sweet voice calls us
When black face chase us
Come to me, hide in me
Run into this
Storms fear us here


They take us now
Under your wings I'll hide//
(immanu el)

[C'est moi]

I have the utter privilege to be part of this global prayer movement http://www.24-7prayer.com/ and this is my contribution to the advent podcast series. Oh Lord, Come. :)