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 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Resurrection transforms
Every fiber of one’s being,
Even if it means being
Beaten to death for social justice.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, July 5, 2026.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
Online) - Published: July 5th, 2026 05:06
- Comment from author about the poem: An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays collection. Resurrection does not erase the cost of discipleship...it transforms the meaning of sacrifice. This poem reflects on the quiet courage to stand for justice, even when faithfulness demands everything. Some bodies are broken. The witness endures.
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- In collections: Scorched Strays.
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