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The Finale is Coming...
It’s been a while since I last shared an update, and I thought it was time to reflect on some progress. Though the Master still reigns and there’s little to be seen on the surface, we remain confident that whatever is happening quietly behind the scenes will ultimately bring closure, and perhaps justice.
On a more personal note, I’ve been rediscovering creativity and gradually returning to my work. There are a few exciting projects on the horizon, including a classic Melbourne tram that’s soon to arrive at our property. We’ll be transforming it into an art gallery, a space where stories and art come together. I’ve also added a kiln to my arsenal, and I’m finding real joy in exploring new art forms, learning skills I never thought I’d try.
The stories from the past keep coming, as we continue to cross paths with former members of our high-control church—each with something of their own to share. But we trust that God is working, quietly and steadily, in each of our situations.
Our hearts still ache for the broken lives left in the wake. It’s a quiet, constant lament. Lately, I’ve been writing songs—some through Suno.com—which has been a form of therapy for me. I realise some of these songs might touch on difficult emotions, so I encourage anyone listening to tread carefully.
Still, I’m finding new avenues of expression, both through AI-generated art and hand-crafted pottery. Discovering how these different forms of creativity can bring peace has been refreshing. Perhaps one day soon, I’ll be able to share this blend of art and therapy with others.
For today, instead of writing, I’ve composed a song. This is that song.The finale is coming... and we’re getting closer.
The Finale
(Verse 1)
It's been some time, but here I stand,
Between the echoes, on this quiet land.
The Master still reigns, though we don’t see a thing...
Behind the scenes they continue to sing.
Justice waits in the shadows, out of sight,
But we hold onto hope in the dead of night.
(Pre-Chorus)
Oh, the stories that linger, the pain that won't fade,
We cross paths with the broken, the lives we once made.
But I see a light, though it flickers and sways,
It’s pulling us forward, through the haze.
(Chorus)
The finale is coming, I feel it near,
With every step forward, it’s becoming clear.
Though we’ve been shattered, scattered like clay,
God’s hand is mending in His own way.
Through the art, through the tears, through the fight,
The finale is coming, and justice takes flight.
(Verse 2)
I’ve returned to my craft, the work of my hands,
Shaping stories in clay over broken plans.
A Melbourne tram turned into a dream,
Where visions of hope and art redeem.
The kiln fires hot, new forms take shape,
A symbol of freedom, no longer escape.
(Pre-Chorus)
Though the past still lingers, like shadows on stone,
I'm finding new ways to heal, to atone.
With each work of art, a burden released,
In the silence, a kind of peace.
(Chorus)
The finale is coming, I feel it near,
With every step forward, it’s becoming clear.
Though we’ve been shattered, scattered like clay,
God’s hand is mending in His own way.
Through the art, through the tears, through the fight,
The finale is coming, and justice takes flight.
(Bridge)
Lament for the broken, their stories untold,
But I believe in a mercy that never grows old.
While the world turns, while the pain still remains,
God’s weaving His justice through every strain.
New art is rising, new life from the dust,
I’m learning to heal, learning to trust.
(Chorus)
The finale is coming, I feel it near,
With every step forward, it’s becoming clear.
Though we’ve been shattered, scattered like clay,
God’s hand is mending in His own way.
Through the art, through the tears, through the fight,
The finale is coming, and justice takes flight.
(Outro)
The finale is coming, we’re almost there,
I can feel it in the silence, in the air.
Through the stories, through the scars, through the fire,
We’re moving closer, rising higher.
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By The Willow TreeIt’s been a while since I last shared an update, and I thought it was time to reflect on some progress. Though the Master still reigns and there’s little to be seen on the surface, we remain confident that whatever is happening quietly behind the scenes will ultimately bring closure, and perhaps justice.
On a more personal note, I’ve been rediscovering creativity and gradually returning to my work. There are a few exciting projects on the horizon, including a classic Melbourne tram that’s soon to arrive at our property. We’ll be transforming it into an art gallery, a space where stories and art come together. I’ve also added a kiln to my arsenal, and I’m finding real joy in exploring new art forms, learning skills I never thought I’d try.
The stories from the past keep coming, as we continue to cross paths with former members of our high-control church—each with something of their own to share. But we trust that God is working, quietly and steadily, in each of our situations.
Our hearts still ache for the broken lives left in the wake. It’s a quiet, constant lament. Lately, I’ve been writing songs—some through Suno.com—which has been a form of therapy for me. I realise some of these songs might touch on difficult emotions, so I encourage anyone listening to tread carefully.
Still, I’m finding new avenues of expression, both through AI-generated art and hand-crafted pottery. Discovering how these different forms of creativity can bring peace has been refreshing. Perhaps one day soon, I’ll be able to share this blend of art and therapy with others.
For today, instead of writing, I’ve composed a song. This is that song.The finale is coming... and we’re getting closer.
The Finale
(Verse 1)
It's been some time, but here I stand,
Between the echoes, on this quiet land.
The Master still reigns, though we don’t see a thing...
Behind the scenes they continue to sing.
Justice waits in the shadows, out of sight,
But we hold onto hope in the dead of night.
(Pre-Chorus)
Oh, the stories that linger, the pain that won't fade,
We cross paths with the broken, the lives we once made.
But I see a light, though it flickers and sways,
It’s pulling us forward, through the haze.
(Chorus)
The finale is coming, I feel it near,
With every step forward, it’s becoming clear.
Though we’ve been shattered, scattered like clay,
God’s hand is mending in His own way.
Through the art, through the tears, through the fight,
The finale is coming, and justice takes flight.
(Verse 2)
I’ve returned to my craft, the work of my hands,
Shaping stories in clay over broken plans.
A Melbourne tram turned into a dream,
Where visions of hope and art redeem.
The kiln fires hot, new forms take shape,
A symbol of freedom, no longer escape.
(Pre-Chorus)
Though the past still lingers, like shadows on stone,
I'm finding new ways to heal, to atone.
With each work of art, a burden released,
In the silence, a kind of peace.
(Chorus)
The finale is coming, I feel it near,
With every step forward, it’s becoming clear.
Though we’ve been shattered, scattered like clay,
God’s hand is mending in His own way.
Through the art, through the tears, through the fight,
The finale is coming, and justice takes flight.
(Bridge)
Lament for the broken, their stories untold,
But I believe in a mercy that never grows old.
While the world turns, while the pain still remains,
God’s weaving His justice through every strain.
New art is rising, new life from the dust,
I’m learning to heal, learning to trust.
(Chorus)
The finale is coming, I feel it near,
With every step forward, it’s becoming clear.
Though we’ve been shattered, scattered like clay,
God’s hand is mending in His own way.
Through the art, through the tears, through the fight,
The finale is coming, and justice takes flight.
(Outro)
The finale is coming, we’re almost there,
I can feel it in the silence, in the air.
Through the stories, through the scars, through the fire,
We’re moving closer, rising higher.
This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit thewillowtree.substack.com/subscribe
This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit thewillowtree.substack.com/subscribe