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 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Love is love; hate is not love.
Offended are those who hate.
No one is perfect—
None—we’re all contradictory.
It is not sin to be born different.
Errancy is inerrancy’s evangelistic end.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, July 26, 2026.
Tittu
-
Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
Offline) - Published: July 26th, 2026 06:45
- Comment from author about the poem: An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays collection. This poem reflects on the irony of Christian movements embracing a person’s spiritual gifts while condemning the difference embodied by the person who carried them.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
- In collections: Scorched Strays.
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.