http://slow.writerscafe.org/iancraven The original writings of author Ian Craven en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776000646 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In the ray of the sun light so much is revealed. It is the light in the box of our whole world. Travel away from the beam and you will discover the stars. They inhabit our universe as a light of their own. They need no one to guide them, they put on the show. Down the path of darkness they are susta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iancraven/2156545/ This is the land of broken places, open your eyes, see the faces. Fear and distress live in the being, breaking and warping all we are seeing. We shed our tears and pour out our pain, what ails us inside puts us to shame. Hide in the shadows as much as you will, when the dark night hits, it will giv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iancraven/1829548/ My veins are filled with poison, my life blood spilled in vain. My bones are withered and cracked by the blade. A voice calls across the waters to my blistering ears. He calls himself redeemer and claims to cast out fears. He invites me to hearken to his voice and walk in all his ways. He promises m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iancraven/1703665/ Ancient light dimming low, Ashes in the Valley of the Dark Night Soul. Seeking here a way to live, but all that is felt is a striving in the wind. Do these flames decay the heart, dropping by the wayside until all has depart? A feeling and voice is all that is left to give. If it speaks, will a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iancraven/1703663/ Empty soul of the night you come upon me in the light. Declaring your ways of good and evil it makes my insides confused and feeble. Brightness shining through the soul appears to people to make me whole. Seeping anger all around my heart pumps a thudding sound. It rises up and then goes down until .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iancraven/1703661/ The ocean is a mouth that spits and foams, an incurable sickness that none have known. From its mouth it speaks a word, the beast comes forth and all is disturbed. From its mouth we catch the fish before the earth turns and all of it splits. The sea will gasp and choke on blood, chaos will rule with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iancraven/1484253/ Evening shadows cast about, whispering secrets of fear and doubt. Ah yes a cursed day, a fading from amber to dark grey. A night of glory to shadow the moon, to hid the secrets of natures gloom. A persistent spirit of the past comes to capture the world at last. Has he enough time in the night or sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iancraven/1484250/ Come light a flame inside the soul, let it be one that burns to always make one whole. May it be full of love to give away, that changes the world from day to day. Like the sun that brings heat to the face of man, the work is evident through his tan. It leaves a mark, an impression brought to mind, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iancraven/1484249/ The love of God is a part of me. It must be whole or I will be lacking. Leaking out the love is not the way to do. I'd rather be tiped over to know my heart is true. It is the flow of heaven in the atmosphere. It will make my heart dance to know of its great cheer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iancraven/1484246/ I look upon the past still living in my mind. It will not go away, but pierces me from time to time. It looks me in the face and I cannot turn away. The eyes I once saw have captured my gaze. They are to me the dark night of the soul. I see in them a struggle that wants to unfold. They are many colo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iancraven/1484245/ Behold the beauty of the LordHe is wrapped in light with no shifting shadows >James 1My Amazing Blazing God you are my all in all You are the Light of lights, the living Word of God >John 1Your clothing’s white as snow with a gleaming glory glow > Daniel 7If I’m washed whit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iancraven/1484244/ The words were “Epic God” at the end of a page, catching my eyes and giving me a victorious feeling. In the night I called out to victory to know its uprising in me but it did not respond. There was only one way to know the empty part of me. With all diligence I walked into her eyes to s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iancraven/1484242/ Autumn leaves passing by each tell a story as they die. Once a year upon their time they come forth green on limbs and vines. They mark our world with shades of color, filling all the gaps that need covered. New sight new vision they allow us to see; one view is dead and the other living. Ornaments .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iancraven/1484239/ I have carried my sin and walked through my pain and cried,May these temptations flee me, I don’t want them in my life.Jesus I love You, May your Spirit flow through me as I open myheart to a new life.There are people crying that need you in their life.They don’t know where to begin or h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iancraven/1484237/ Tears that sketch broken faces turn to raindrops falling on the ground. Each drop relieves the heart and brings to blossom the troubles that are found. It is a never ending cycle, the pain it does not end. Each time my heart is gashed; the wound begins to twist again. What shadows over hang me that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iancraven/1484235/ I ride upon the strength of the eagles soar. When I am upon them I hear their mighty roar. 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