Depth and Hidden Life
What lies beneath the surface — submerged realities, what stays hidden, the fear of meeting what the deep holds. The same ground the Psalms name when they speak of deep calling unto deep.
Grismere · The Vase
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A gathering of writings on parable, poetry, symbolic language, and Biblical imagery — the literary tradition the works of AwakenArts draw from and extend.
These essays trace the symbolic and poetic language behind particular works in the Collection — not as explanation, but as context drawn from the same literary tradition that shapes the works themselves. Read them in any order: pick what interests you, skip the rest, and come back to discover more.
What lies beneath the surface — submerged realities, what stays hidden, the fear of meeting what the deep holds. The same ground the Psalms name when they speak of deep calling unto deep.
Grismere · The Vase
Read →The space between what has ended and what has not yet begun — crossing, loss, forced stillness, and the threshold moments where old identity falls away.
Queen Ann · Merri — When Time Stops
Read →What can’t be fought head-on — the dragon that has to be recognized and named before anything can be made of it, the way Scripture names what besets us before it ever speaks of overcoming.
Dragon
Read →The body shaped by devotion toward something it cannot fully reach — beauty, aspiration, fragility, and the cost of becoming.
The Ballerina
Read →What an ordinary form holds without showing — silence, memory, the kind of truth Scripture calls treasure carried in jars of clay.
The Vase
Read →The angel who plants in soil, sows love in winter storms, counts your smiles and touches you when you cry. Over all the cold and frost — you are never lost.
Angel Gardens
Read →The poem shaped as a California poppy — orange bloom, green stem, flowers crossed over her heart. The center was never lost. It was handed down.
Her Mother's Hands
Read →The cross that forms where the wooden mast meets the moving water — not in heaven, not in the deep, but at the surface where the two worlds touch.
Watery Cross
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