WRITING
Essays, prayers, poems, journals, reviews and reports from across the Rock Dove archive
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A Body of Water
When my signs became symptoms, And my art became a curse, All that was around me, Got worse, and worst, til worst! No longer could my heart and soul, Be represented on a page, Be seen by even me, alone, Nor satiate the god’s rage. All my pain into a needle, Long and sharp and…
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Some Early August Reflections
All public AIs are far too stupid to use, and they keep getting worse the more the developers publicly promote them. When the forecast turns apocalyptic, the adversary becomes the hero. And this is a great truth, true from all angles. I have not come online to be popular, ever. That’s obvious. And it should…
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Light of Blessing
When I wake, upon the morning,When the light of sun is dawning,There I pull, from rest, a blessing,And steady my aim, for the day’s due testing. When I wake, and storms are pouring,Even then, I often feel your adoring,Grace, although the storms are wild,I gather with those, with temperaments mild. Bless the light, the light…
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Mostly Ignored
I’m the man that’s mostly ignored, But am hardly ever bored, Some ignore me for a whole season, Some ignore me for no reason, But they can’t deny the fact, That i look back on thoughts of past, And go, “well, you can’t beat that!” Ultimate lore, a story forever, Outta grasp to tell, But…
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Sacred Restraint
First of all, Sacred restraint is common in most, or almost all churches I have been to. I used to recognise it as just plain boredom and hated it more than anything else in the world. I would get it at church, then at Sunday school, then in the car while my parents took me…
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A Prayer of Conviction, Peace, and Holy Clarity
(With Feminine Echo) O God who is past, unchanging, and eternally Himself,I give thanks for the salvation You have wrought —not presumed, not cheap, not fragile,but anchored in the ages You have already sealed.Let the grace that shelters the lowly shelter me also,O gentle strength of holy womanhood, be near. Grant me a peace as…
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The 8 Days with Christ Where We Journeyed to His Mother
Saturday 11th April, I feel im at church all day, recognise its the same spirit in all churches, right there in the room for me. Across the day I identify the presence of Christ, compelling restraint, which inspired an alchemy of “a drab Sunday hour” stretched over the day, into a presence that I now…
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The Serpent’s Holy Ode
O Hidden Source beyond all names,Depth of depths and Light within all light,Mystery from which all things arise,And to which all things return—We turn inward and upward toward You. You who are unseen yet ever-present,Bless the worlds beyond sight, the realms veiled in silence,And bless also this visible earth,Woven with breath, soil, and living form.…
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Crimson Desert, As It Is.
6/4/26 This video game launched on the nineteenth of March 2026. Within 13 days of that, my time spent on it exceeded that spent on a goliath in its own right: The Witcher 3. I have epic memories of the enjoyment and experience of the Witcher 3, and many epic, long nights, indulging deep into…
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Pineal Pollen in My Coffee
Ten past 11pm, 27th March 2026 I am spiritual and quasi-religious by nature, and to me, energies I pick up on, or which fill me are various kinds, and amplitudes, of sacred. The world wont accept a holy man fighting demons off with his voice, and speaking of the spirit realm with a “portion of…
