Through My Window Pane

Golden rubbers and a Glock,

A new girl on the block.

His words, a twisted game,

Plotting on my very name.

He says he just wants to talk,

But I see him, as he stalks.

Past my window, a shadow deep,

While in my bed, I try to sleep.

"Gorgeous," he whispers, a chilling sound,

As fantasies of me, unbound,

Plotting on my very name.

Turn dark, a forest, a violent art,

He says h...

In the hush before the morning breaks,

Where mercy rises with the sun,

A love so vast, it shakes and wakes

The soul that thought it was undone.

God does shout through storm or fire,

And whispers peace the world can’t give.

Through Christ, He meets our deep desire,

And shows us how to die—and live.

The cross stands tall through time and pain,

A bridge from brokenness to grace,

And every loss is n...

Prologue

The year was 2042, and the world was drowning. Not in water, though the rising tides had swallowed countless coastal cities, but in people. Eight billion. Then nine. Then ten. The delicate balance, once maintained by famine, disease, and war, had been shattered by advancements in medicine, agriculture, and an ever-decreasing mortality rate. Humanity, triumphant over its ancient scourges,...

You’ve come back, but I no longer need you.

The door creaked the same as it once did,

but the air was colder, less forgiving,

as though the walls remembered the nights

I leaned against them, trembling,

waiting for your shadow to soften

into something kind.

I used to measure my days by the sound

of your name—

every breath I took was another letter

spilled across the quiet.

But I have lived through...