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	<title>Killentime</title>
	<link>http://killentime.com</link>
	<description>Writing by Scott Killen.</description>
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		<title>Patty’s Message</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A few years ago, Patty Jones found me through the Edisto Island church website and began sending me messages of encouragement.  Patty offers prayers for our congregation and has been a great source of personal encouragement for me.  Somehow, Patty finds the strength to spread Christ’s love and hope despite many personal trials that she [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://killentime.com/2009/11/27/pattys-message/</link>
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		<title>Darkness</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I gave you everything.
You were never too shy to accept gifts
and never found joy in giving.
I loved you, sharing myself with you.
You hid in the shadows of your heart,
carelessly throwing daggers of self doubt.
I built you up.
You loomed over me
pouring flaming rage upon my head.
I nursed you back to health.
You poisoned my heart with lies,
ensuring [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://killentime.com/2009/08/25/darkness/</link>
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		<title>Light</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I sit beneath your radiance,
oblivious to life
except where the shadows end.
You light my path,
the sun is dead by comparison.
My feet find purchase.
I remember the darkness,
life before you.
It is the mere vestige of a shadow.
I am warm.
My soul fills itself
with your refulgent song.
Our love, the unwithering tree
basks in your glow,
full of healing fruit that is ever [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://killentime.com/2009/08/25/light/</link>
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		<title>You never know the impression you leave…</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My wife just got a call from her sister.  It seems that our niece, Tori, was given a cheap pair of Groucho Marx glasses. (You know: the ones with the fake nose and mustache attached.)  Tori started wearing the glasses and marching around the house.  Her mom asked her what she was doing and she [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://killentime.com/2008/10/22/you-never-know-the-impression-you-leave/</link>
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		<title>Inspiration</title>
		<description><![CDATA[You stand before me,
cataclysmic survivor
callously unspent.
I can only watch in wonder,
your tears turning to diamonds
your cries to song.
You have become the creator
fashioning rhythmic sinew
from your own blood.
Your verse walks
touching all who see
with celestial vision.
You rise,
beating back the pain
struggle relenting to smile.
You speak,
honey drips like dew
words becoming my gossamer wings.
I bloom.
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		<link>http://killentime.com/2008/07/14/inspiration/</link>
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		<title>Saved!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Dark future’s nightmare snares me again.
I lose myself in myself, unable to see the light.
Misery becomes the hunter.
I am the whining prey, feet in the trap.
Hope’s promise comes born on angels’ wings!
I lose myself in You, unable to feel the darkness.
Your prophesy hunts the hunter.
I am the washed sinner, hands rising free.
I was lost and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://killentime.com/2008/06/29/saved/</link>
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		<title>Untying Life’s Knotted Shoestrings</title>
		<description><![CDATA[About a year ago, I was feeling overwhelmed with work and night classes.  No matter how hard I tried, the tasks of life seemed to stack up and call me.  I felt like I would miss (and did!) important deadlines.  Because of all of the different things on my plate, I no [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://killentime.com/2008/04/25/untying-lifes-knotted-shoestrings/</link>
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		<title>My Prayer</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Break me.
Put me on my knees,
where I can find that life
is not about me.

Break me.
Show me that life
can suffer a bruising
and get back up.

Break me.
Mold me into
the sculpture I can be
from the lump I am.

Break me.
Show me the beauty of friendship,
hands grasping mine,
pulling me up.

Break me.
Let me grow beyond
the shell of myself,
rising to heights unseen.
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		<link>http://killentime.com/2008/02/26/my-prayer/</link>
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