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 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Only in a world that labels Karens while
Living in their entitled encampments—
Illusive slide into social delusion—
Venom occasionally strikes irony.
Ecclesial power given to the excluded.
The proof is in the pudding.
Oculus Theos. The Spirit moves.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, June 14, 2026.
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- Comment from author about the poem: An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays collection. In every age, people are labeled, dismissed, and excluded by those convinced of their own certainty. Sometimes the irony reveals itself. Sometimes the proof is in the pudding. The Spirit moves.
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this is so true and a fav my friend
Norman, thank you kindly, my friend. 🙏 This one is certainly rooted in a truth I've seen play out more than once. People can be quick to label, dismiss, and exclude, only to discover later that the story was larger than they realized. I truly appreciate the fave. 🌈🙏🔥🌊
most welcome
The proof in the spinach pudding, says one Mr P. Solus! lol.
Orchi, haha! 🤣 The proof in the spinach pudding, according to Popeyeus Glug Maximus Solus, is apparently beyond dispute. Though I remain deeply suspicious of both the pudding and the source. Then again, the Spirit moves in mysterious ways...and occasionally through canned spinach, followed by GREENhouse gasses. 🤢 🌈🙏🔥🌊
Who invented spinach pudding? I did, said the glugging one!
If one stretches a bit one sees the mount of olives. A world of self interest and hypocrisy Well written my friend.
Soren, thank you so much, my friend. 🙏 nothing wrong with stretching a little, and I most appreciate you following the olive branch where it led. One of the joys of acrostics is discovering who notices the hidden thread and where they take it from there. Thank you, always, for your insight, my friend. 🌈🙏🔥🌊
My pleasure Tristan
In every age and every generation the ruach hakodesh moves as the wind that moves the limbs of trees, surrounding us all.
arqios, amen, my friend. The language of breath, wind, and Spirit has always resonated with me. There is a mystery to it that refuses to be pinned down, yet somehow remains unmistakably present. Thank you. 🌈🙏🔥🌊
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