Diabolic obstruction is the Dark art of the Closed door Disguised as an open one. It does not destroy the path But complicates it. Placing delay Where there should be motion, Doubt Where there should be resolve. There are hundreds of 'Reasonable' hesitations 'Good' intentions 'Better' suggestions 'Practical' ideas and 'Real' love. Its genius is patience. It rarely forbids outright. It merely postpones ... Qualifies ... Entangles ... Obfuscates. It knows that a will deferred o

There is a black obelisk that Rose without warning. Ominous, absolute, and indifferent. Quaintly called 'the silent treatment,' It was erected without consent Like a monolith from an ancient, merciless cosmos. Its surface offers nothing. No handhold and no reflection, No light and no warmth. You circle it day in and day out. You try to speak to it. You implore, but it gives nothing. This is not absence. It is a presence. A deliberate, destructive dark energy. Its purpose is t

Wounded love is desperate for a path. A barren one beset with noise and fear or A fertile one overflowing with lucidity and quietude One reeks of the polluted incense of false gods. The other smells of the verdant lands of eternity. One makes you drink from the cup of the damned. The other pours into you the fresh waters of the Holy Spirit. One blinds you with foul and distorted images. The other shows you the illuminated darkness. One deafens you with diabolical incantations

Why do I take the man-made paths Twisted and turning With fits and stops along the way? Overgrown with brambles Created by a mind Built by its own importance Fleshed by a heart Stirred by the demons lurking beneath. Intercede for me all you saints! Show me, Most Holy Mother! The way back to the path Your Son spoke into existence Trod by His own feet Washed by His own blood Resurrected by His own Ascension! Illumined by the Holy Spirit! This is the path of deification Born of