I stare high up at the sky and I see you. I peer deep into the ocean and I see you. And yet, I do not see you. I heed the echo of the mountains and I hear you. I hearken to the stillness of the desert and I hear you. And yet, I do not hear you. When the wind blows across my face, I feel you. When the waves wash over me, I feel you. And yet, I do not feel you. Taste and smell are Like that, too. Known and yet unknown... Again and again and again. Still... I know You are near m

Stop talking to yourself. And Stop talking to others Who cannot stop Talking about themselves. These are the gods of Your own self-making that Demand you worship them Instead of the one, true God. While there is no doubt that... Self-awareness is vital. Self-respect is necessary. Self-care preserves the life Each was given by God. There comes a point... When self-talk becomes Quite plainly, self-love. And group-talk becomes Quite plainly, group-love. This is narcissism and Fu

Oh, how the Apostles must have cried! When she, whose soul magnified the Lord, tasted death. Oh, how the Apostles must have been stunned! When Thomas, my dear Thomas, begged to behold Her face once more. Instead of her beauty and Without her loving countenance, Another tomb was found empty. Shock took over and doubt sunk in ...hard and fast... But she, who was without sin, Yet, still in need of Salvation, Kept in constant prayer, For those faithful servants who Served her Son

Awake and arise my little children. I am not here to tell you a bedtime story, I am here to tell you the truth. Awake and arise so I can tell you about the Christ. Did you not hear me my little ones? He is risen. Truly, He is risen. Why do you not leap to your feet and run to Him? Can you not say a word? Filled with fantasy you cannot recognize Him But only the characters in slumber’s play. You have been lulled to sleep You cannot see Him anymore. Re-live the farce of His be

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

I pretend and pretend and pretend To want what others want. But the truth is I don't. I don't care about status or trends I don't care about politics or position. I don't care about nations or businesses. They're all just part of the labyrinthine flight from God. All I want is a simple Liturgy And Eucharist And prayer And thinking about prayer And reading about prayer And writing about prayer And talking about prayer And looking at art that expresses prayer And listening to m

Inhumanity reigns Everyone, each and all Climbing and scraping Shouting and reacting! These words are tried, And they're never enough. Those actions, too Recycled through and through. Desire simplicity, A most intimate space. Speaking candidly To a higher face. Not as a slave and In absence of fear. Without shame and Devoid of guilt. Filled with innocence And complete with trust. It is always a surprise, Just how familiar it is. This is prayer, A conversation with God, A cont

Ways shallow that Weigh down. Panes clouded that Pain all around. Minds confused and Mines that are fused. Traps that are lain and Slaps that remain. Evil sows and Chaos ensues. Humans pursue and Death reaps... The not too few. What is one to do? Eyes closed and Mind still. Breaths deep and Heart open. Acquire the Spirit Who is and Who was And ever shall be the Heavenly King. Comforter Spirit of Truth Breath of God, and Giver of Life. Holy Spirit stained-glass window (Cathedr

The sun is setting in your eyes I can see it on your face. Your head is bowed And your back low. The brightness of your Illumination Is lost in the darkness of your Consternation. Were you not there When the waters of life poured From your head To your soul? Do you not remember When the eternal light Scorched your past And lit a path? Feet of clay are expected Not of heart Not of spirit Not from you. Arise My spiritual child Arise!

You are the Alpha and the Omega. I trust you are behind me I trust you are ahead of me. It's this middle thing We call life That I don't trust so much - At least half of it anyway. To my right I see the angels and the saints Interceding and protecting Praying and encouraging. To my left I see the demons and the detractors Interrupting and attacking Sneering and antagonizing. This path makes me tired. I hurt all over. And why not? It did the same to You. The Via Dolorosa They