Brooke Gale LouvieR

Spiritual Bites for the Weary

  • Far As The Curse Is Found

    No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground; He comes to make His blessings flow Far as the curse is found Far as the curse is found, Far as, far as, the curse is found. I long for this to be true in my life. True like the air I breathe. Continue reading

  • The Gospel Is For The Poor

    The other day I went with a group to a homeless shelter. I used to go to places like that and think I was bringing them something. As if they really need me to ladle soup for them, I mean, anyone can do that. I used to get some sense of crappy self-righteousness when I Continue reading

  • 50 Questions for Jesus

    How did it feel, being an endless perfect being, squeezing yourself into a mortal, imperfect body? How did it feel to be limited for the first time in all eternity? Was it awkward to be born? Did you ever question where you came from? Did you ever regret coming to earth? Did you get made Continue reading

  • No Letters

    If I had words to line up in a row I’d take dust and turn it to gold I’d cover dirt in snow If I could spell the way I see the world the light, the room, the girl floating over all the empty wasted noise If I could now I would now tell you Continue reading

  • Dear Emotional Woman

    Dear Emotional Woman, You may feel like a storm is constantly churning inside of you. One moment there is a calm, cool, breeze, the next moment a tornado you can’t control, ripping out truth, stability, self-worth, and ultimately your sanity. In the stillness, you attempt to clean up the mess, but it seems like there Continue reading

  • Everything At Once

    (insert creative tune to these lyrics) Step outside and see everything about today is new Open your eyes and be everything you’ve always wanted And know the only way is to risk getting broken, getting lost and in the end you’ll say you’re whole and it was worth the cost So stomp on fear and Continue reading

  • The Flash

    When I was a kid I lived in books. I was shy and lonely and scared and books were my comfort, my friends. Through stories, I lived adventure, I lived beauty. I could be anyone I wanted to be. When I was nine or so I stumbled upon the world of LM Montgomery. While best Continue reading

  • Visual Poetry

    I’ve had this idea for awhile to take some of my poems and make them into short videos. I have things I wanna film, but I haven’t got around to it yet, so this is the beginning. Continue reading

  • wear an empty tomb 'round our necks

    and so the stone is rolled away from my heart and now it’s pink flesh and so the time line goes on and on and so the wind comes through twigs and bones and leaves and muscles form “where, o death, is your sting?” is the new song that I sing and so tears become Continue reading

  • The Whole World Bathed In Light

    Have you ever had anyone come into your life that brings an awakening? Love does that. It shifts and stuns and shocks at times. It reverberates goodness and resonates a peaceful rest.  We believe we can rest, that we don’t need to try so hard all the time. It allows us to begin to be Continue reading

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