HOLY SILENCE

I look up and I ask Why me? You have the whole of heaven And the entire universe And all the angels and the saints. Nothing and no one that grows weary. Yet, You still know me and Care about me You come to me in my sin You come to me in my silence You even have a will for me As if You have nowhere better to be and No one better to help. But this is Your way. You walked in the garden In the cool of the day, Calling and calling. As it turns out, I was the one who heard You, And

Do not be blind. Do not be deaf. Do not lie to yourself. Each of us must make sure not to obstruct the divine work of God within. By doing this, we will see the work of the Holy Spirit and hear the calling of Christ. Let us love God with all our heart and soul. Sunday of the Blind Man If you have a question or prayer request, please reach out here. If you can donate, please click here.

Letting go is rarely a single act It is a quiet, repeated trust. We release what we cannot carry. Old failures, for example Relationships we could not save Versions of ourselves we have outgrown, too. When we discover that release is not abandonment But freedom And that nothing can separate us from the love of God Or each other We finally understand that we are Already seen, already heard, already kept. That's when we let go without forgetting or excusing And guilt loses its

My soul is scattered Like ashes in the wind. Gray, dry, gaunt Drifting aloft On a cold, Cloudy day speckled with Drops of rain and Long shadows dancing on The burnt embers that have lost their glow and Chased by the howling and cheering and Jeering of faces with glee that a Life is smothered and a soul is lost. Unknown, Unwanted, Forgotten, and Forsaken There is nothing but death and The stench of failure that Strains at the irony of Eking out the one refrain That never forge

Mary Kochan (1955-2022) interviews Fr. Thomas about the need for silence in our distracted world, how the spiritual community we build...