HOLY SILENCE

With the rising of the sun, You stretch my soul and breathe into my lungs. In the still heat of the noonday, You close my eyes and...

I try to understand How it is That You are So near to me? I want to know why? I want to know how? But why do I want to know? Is it so...

It is getting late and My head hangs low. It is darker now and My tears begin to flow. It is desperate all round so My hands grasp...

With head bowed, Back bent, and tired feet, I crawl to you on hands and knees. With eyes swollen, Parched mouth, and Prayer rope in hand,...

Mary, Most Holy, and Mother of my God. My model, My refuge, and My love. I seek, and With humility, I ask To approach your Life-Giving...

Empty and loveless is the world founded by man, Built for his own edification. Angry and hopeless is the world fueled by man, Possessed...

Head bowed And hair soaked, My fingers grasp The woolen rope on my hand. Ebb of sin Flow of prayer, My mind in heart The knots move my...

In his homily for this "contemplative Sunday," Fr. Thomas speaks words of wisdom from the life and writings of a greatly revered...

Mary Kochan (1955-2022) interviews Fr. Thomas about the interior order we need to love God and neighbor as our surroundings become...

In the span of a mere nine weeks during late spring, the faithful are exposed to the most important elements of the faith. On the...