Denica McCall

Fantasy Writer — Bringing light to hidden worlds

You’re love is so good that it is true Because what else could make me feel this way? Who gets to live in the reality that they are unalterably loved? Affection that trumps my striving for perfection You take the law that I never measure up to and fulfill it So that now I am …

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I will admit—I do not watch football. I tend to be more interested in spending a free Sunday afternoon creating art and crafting worlds than cheering on my city’s team. As much as I feel like a traitor at times, I do see what these victories are doing to my city, and there’s this hope …

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Hope sings a song in the night like an announcement of new life Prose flows from lips that recite the wonder of that glorious night Bright stars declare that He is here, a joy to behold and a peace beyond compare He is here, he is here, among us now! Flesh and blood, yet He …

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There is a life tempting and seemingly teasing me To find in its gushing streams an infinite destiny It winks at me and dares me to believe things that my mind can’t grasp Challenges my heart to let down its walls and barriers Beckons my art to let go of its expectations and limitations   …

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My heart is awakening like a flower found by the sun for the first time You’re reediting my life so all this rewinding in my mind ceases Because you have me in a new season, and all my former reasons for holding back Are nullified in the light of your presence When you come in …

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Rest comes to me in the form of delight dissolving into my memory Drowning out every other form of consciousness so the lies give into their barrenness And fear does not exist Your smile becomes mine as I’m mesmerized by love I always thought it came from up above but it’s inside, transforming my mind …

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I see   An image of your hand as each finger curls around what sits in your palm Covering what it seems is a gem, a precious belonging that must be guarded Beyond any question Because there is no doubt in your eyes when you look past the rust and wear That a beautiful thing …

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Transformation and regeneration run to my mind Freedom they bring, and restoration, removing the blocks of time I’ve tried to make a name, I’ve tried to gain you fame But I’ve forgotten that your very blood surges through my veins And I’m alive in this saturation of your name That burrows inside and boils every …

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