Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Jesus alone is
Authority to me;
Never relics in robes.
He—Christ—authorizes me.
Uniformity is idolatry.
Save me?—I’d rather burn.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, April 26, 2026.
Tittu
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- Comment from author about the poem: An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays collection. This piece confronts false authority, imposed uniformity, and the cost of refusing to submit—where allegiance is claimed, not assigned, and conviction is proven in fire. Musical Pairing: Crucible off my new album, Dark Alchemy. To listen to the album visit: https://tragiclife.bandcamp.com/album/dark-alchemy
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- Users favorite of this poem: Friendship, Paul Bell, Salvia.S, Teddy.15
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Beats me how manipulation and control are religious go tos and autopilot modes. 🕊️🙏🏻
arqios…yeah, that mix of control and autopilot is exactly how it creeps in. Almost nobody sets out for it, but there it is. I 💯 feel what you’re saying. 🔥🕯️🙏🖤
Well crafted my friend although not a religious person I do believe in being spiritual and I see religion and conformity and unity and spirituality as individuality and there is no money in that. A good write my friend
Soren, really appreciate you saying that, my friend…yeah, I hear what you’re getting at. That difference between imposed unity and lived individuality…that’s 💯 real. Grateful for you, my friend. 🔥🕯️🙏🖤
You are most welcome my friend
Well said. This poem asserts that true authority belongs solely to Jesus Christ and rejects any form of religious idolization or uniformity that detracts from personal conviction. The words encompass themes of spiritual autonomy, the critique of institutional religion, and the embrace of personal beliefs, even in the face of potential suffering or persecution.
Dearest Friendship…thank you for this. You stepped right into that space of conviction and cost…what belongs to Christ versus what gets built around it. That tension is exactly where this was written from. I appreciate you engaging it so fully, my friend...most importantly, I appreciate you. 🔥🕯️🙏🖤
You're so welcome. Catholic school laid the foundation for my spiritual journey, and it had everything to do with this profound experience. Growing up with five older brothers, as the youngest and the only girl in my family, taught me resilience and faith. They entrusted me to a private Catholic boarding school, where I spent most of my days nurturing my spirit through prayer and learning about the divine. During my senior year in boarding school, I decided to apply to colleges without my parents knowing because I didn't want to go to a Catholic college, and I got accepted into four colleges. However, I wanted Berkeley, and I got a four-year scholarship to Berkeley.
Powerful work.
Thomas, that means a lot…glad it landed. 🔥🕯️🙏🖤
Religion is different things to different people.
I look to the vatican, pure opulence, and I wonder.
Other religions have it too, palacial buildings dripping in gold.
Maybe religion got hijacked somewhere along the line, but to me, gold bars and poverty rarely ever meet.
Paul…yeah, I hear you. That contrast is hard to ignore once you see it. And I’m with you on this…religion itself isn’t the problem for me. I practice Christianity (or attempt to 😅). It can be something deeply beautiful. It’s when we take it to extremes or twist it that things start to go sideways. And, of course, that happens in all human institutions, not just religion. Thank you for expanding the scope and adding to the conversation. 🔥🕯️🙏🖤
How is the fortitude of a glugger?! lol.
The real question, Orchi…does glugger fortitude come from the glug…or survive in spite of it? Either way, I’m not sure I trust it under pressure. We all learned about Glugonomics! 🤣🔥🕯️🙏🖤
What IS Gluganomics all about?! WCAT. lol.
This reads like a declaration of spiritual self-rule, taking authority directly from Christ and refusing any version of salvation that demands conformity. Very well written dearest Tittu ❤️
A fave 🌹
Dearest Salvia…thank you, truly. The way you put that…taking it straight from Christ without folding into imposed conformity…yeah, that’s exactly where this came from. I’m really grateful you sat with it ❤️🔥🕯️🙏🖤
Well you did have me worried there for a minute 🤣 🔥 yes let's both go down with Dante, that's where all the great company is!
Teddy…haha, I’ll take that company any day. If we’re going down, we’re at least in good company 😂🔥🕯️🙏🖤
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