I am human. I sin. I disappoint people. And I hate that reality. I am human. I live. I fail me. And I hate that reality. I am human. I seek. I get lost. And I hate that reality. I am human. I pray. I get tired. And I hate that reality. I am human. I believe. I deny the path of Your will. And I hate that reality. I need Your mercy. I need Your patience. I need You more than I need me. But I need me in order to be You for others. And I love that reality. I will die for that rea

While we await Our eternal return To fully live in God, It is our job and our joy to commune with Him By entering into the divine discourse that Requires no words. While the Eucharist is the fount and summit of All created interface with the Holy Trinity, Personal prayer is the daily guarantor that We seek in order to bind in union the divinity We share by the energies of God with that Divinity, which is God’s in Essence. The prayers we offer to, for, and with God, Rather th

A stone door opens Light fades to darkness The space is filled Veils abound. Silence deafens Heads are bent Knees weaken A Body is still. Depth was known Heaven tasted The shroud covers Sadness engulfs. Hands are clasped A flame flickers Incense rises Tears that adore. Love pervades! Cave Walkway Narrow Entrance Photo · Free Stock Photo (pexels.com). Photo by Matteo Nannini, downloaded on 20 March 2023.

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

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.

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

Seeking heaven, the Sun the Moon the Clouds, and the Rain. Searching earth, the Mountains, the Oceans, the Desert, and the Ice. Seeing people, the Hesychastic, the Apophatic, the Concerned, and the Caring. Meeting death, and its captives, all those thousands upon millions, spiritually dead. I will pray For you For that is what I do, Not because I am worthy But that is what He bid me do.

When Your Mother took me By the arm and Stared into my eyes, I could not see. When Your Mother Walked with me and Talked with me, I could not hear. When Your Mother Stopped with me and Turned me toward You I could not know. Then Your light Shined on me and My heart was filled With an energy not known to man. Then Your warmth Filled me with ecstasy and Showed me the truth Of a silence not made by man. Felicitous delight Euphoric cheer Enraptured love Blessed radiance, Nothing

How can this be? Pouring Your love into my heart? Filling my mind with Your knowledge? How can You want me before you in prayer? Such a wretched soul Crying for my sin. Rending my garments In a wilderness of my own making. Hiding and Avoiding. Repenting and Hoping? There I am. Helplessly Loving you with all my heart Desiring to fulfill Your will. Daring to be close to You now Imagining life with You for all eternity. Seeking Your face Warming by Your light. "What is this spin

Cacophonous and Thunderous, O World of Mine Rending and Reaping with your Screeching and Shrieking, Tending to the Flocks of your Dead souls. Having sacrificed and Saved O God of Mine, By descending and Ascending to tend the Flocks of Your Blessed souls. What are we to do with The newly dying, Lying dormant between Prayerless tombs and Pleas for help? Help us open their ears, Eternal One, To the sound of Your mystical silence, For the final hour comes! Icon of the Apocalypse