When the night sinks with a rising moon Silence illumines the universe In it is found the flame of the Spirit And all those angels...

Beware of those kinds of priests. The ones who really worship Baal While they pretend to serve Christ. They wear their cassocks Swing their censers and Lead the services While they look with scorn At the people who light their candles And close their eyes to pray and prepare. You know that you know them. They laugh loudly in the enjoyment of the pain they inflict. And feast on the manipulations of Jezebel. They drink from the cup of Baal's blood And tear at the cornerstone of

Sunrises and sunsets Holidays and Holy Days Births and deaths. Years turn into decades as Life fills with millions of Moments of change. Some we desire and Others are forced on us. Some feel like the questioning of the high priest (John 18:19). Others like the scourging at the pillar (John 19:1). Some even strike like a crucifixion (John 19:18). And yet... at the heart of every one of these moments is a resurrection (John 20). When change comes, we often experience it as pain

My mountain My mountain My poor, dear mountain, How I weep for you! You who bowed under The feet of Our Lord. You who lifted up Moses and Elijah. You who witnessed the Transfigured Christ and Sheltered the Apostles, Who could not bear His light. I wail for our people. These children of Abraham Who suffer and hate.... As much as they love and celebrate. How do I know? I see it. I hear it. I live it. I will not forget that birthday When I set my eyes on you. After 3 days A tomb

This prayer to the Holy Spirit was written by St. Symeon the New Theologian (949–1022) who saw the Spirit before him. "Come, true light...

No doubt you had doubts Dear Fisherman and Apostle Peter. It is clear you had fear When accused by crowds, Leader of Twelve. You could not Stop protesting a Relationship with Jesus. "I do not know Him." "I am not" His. I don't "know what you" say. You objected three times To the questions Put to you that night. When "the Lord turned and looked at" you, With bitter anguish You wept. Then, there was a breakfast On a shore When you were asked anew. "Do you love me more than thes

An inestimable gulf exists Between what I am And what You made me to be. That is why I stare with longing Across the waters That lie between us. Maybe that's the point? Of this life lived so long On the shore of desire, To stand watch For what is true and real To seek and to find the Divine. Oh, this journey of mine! I hope and I love I hear, I see, and I know You are the One that Keeps me, while here, Only to walk upon the bridge Built by Christ and Sanctified by Your Spiri

Icons tell more than a story. They explain the faith As brought to us by God Who came in the flesh Himself. They illustrate the love of God Through the lives of those who lived And breathed to their last breath The Holy Spirit among us. Icons point us to our own inner journey And guide us on our exterior one. They open us to God who walked in our shoes And remind us that God has never left our side. We are clear on what icons are And what they are not. We do not worship them.

I digress, I admit, Too often. It is a failure, My failure, To recognize the limits Of my steadfastness. My heart remains fixed on You. Of course... My mind runs wild and My mouth runs foul. It is the scourge Of the moment Or the curse of a life. Run aground Run astray Run amuck Rampant. Roughshod and Riddled with Rhymes that don't rhyme. Littered with riddles that are Riddled without reason. Reasons that never find a season And seasons without reason. Why these gifts? Why he

With eyes closed, Hands clasped, and On bended knee It rushes over me... The pain of others Reaching out For love and Forgiveness. How am I able To make them stable In faith and in hope? When it occurs to me... I have nothing to offer, Except, perhaps Love and love and love for you My prayer, too? They need more! Than my meager words And simple actions. For I am nothing. Without your mercy Without your love Without you as a gift Nothing will release them from the rift... That