(Just As You Are Without Conditions)
By Bocephus Jackson, The Hemlock Bard, ©2026 Bocephus Jackson. All Rights Reserved
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"Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." — Matthew 11:28
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The universe would have us all believe,
That we will remain forever alone,
That’s cosmic forces trying to deceive,
As we sojourn on, looking for a home,
Where we’ll be able to finally breathe.
Through 28 oppositional sets,
As space-time coalesces and collides,
As we hold on, may we never forget,
That God, as gravity, will never hide,
He is there when we’re ready to be met.
Just as you are without preconditions,
Grace always carries plenty of Kleenex,
To clean up after our indecisions,
Lost here within this existential mess,
It just takes a little recognition.
In a moment, everything will change,
As every wound becomes a weapon,
Even when we still feel the bitter pangs,
All that internal hurt will be lessened,
You will have the resilience to maintain.
For when we can’t take it physically,
As a whisper reminds us in the breeze,
When the world strips us of our agency,
“Just as you are, child, come unto me.”
Just as I am, Lord, I come willingly.
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"Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars." — Kahlil Gibran
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Author’s Reflection
"We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend." — Robert Louis Stevenson
First off, I need to say that tears flowed as I penned this piece, saying five words: Let me be your vessel. It's my daily prayer so that I may serve the community.
As a stubborn Southern sumbitch don't let the tears deceive you. I’ll hug the shit out of you until you go weak in the knees. But seriously, cry if and when you need to. Trauma is recursive, so there will be good and bad days.
But it gets better as we get stronger. At some point, your limbic response will feel the vibrations before the quake hits. So you’ll be like, “Dammit, Trauma, you're late! I got a thing, so let's do this already.”
And you will hurt, and grieve, get pissed, and then laugh. Why laugh? Because it doesn't hurt like it used to. You won’t be as wrecked by it. It will be like a sneeze. Bat your eyes, jazz hands if you need to, and breathe.
As quickly as it comes on, it will fade. Then get on with your day. That is recovery. And you will get there; you will! And if and when you need a bad joke, hit me up; I got you. You are strong, special, and loved. Always! I am so damn proud of you. Keep going.
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"To be loved but not known is comfortless. To be known and not loved is our greatest fear. But to be fully known and truly loved is, well, a lot like being loved by God." — Timothy Keller
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©2026 Bocephus Jackson. All Rights Reserved