Expressing the inexpressible
Standing by my friend makes us strong to the end despite a day’s wayward quirks – Loyalty makes life work Never turning my back on a companion’s lack keeps us together – Commitment is a joyful tether Answering the call of alarm without regard for hurt or harm fosters solidarity – Helpfulness creates […]
Read More Woody (of Toy Story 4)On the occasion of the 95th Anniversary of the Shrine of St Joseph “‘Abandoned’ means to be rejected, left alone, overlooked”[1] We are a place for healing – to not only allow but accept the “rejected”, to not only tolerate but include the “left alone”, to not only accommodate but embrace the “overlooked”. “‘Apostle’ […]
Read More Our ShrineThe enlightened Way follows an unlit path to transfiguration. Light and Dark obscure perception – both reveal. Visions appear clearly unseen – sharing Truth. Absorbed Grace blinds the blessed – exposes the Word. The Light absorbs me making me blind – giving insight.
Read More I SeeLiving a blessed life is being able to go the wrong way the right way. Who of these travelers is living a blessed life? A traveler realizing she is going the wrong way, and will be very late for her meeting, panics and makes the next right off the highway deciding to take local roads […]
Read More The Parable of Going the Wrong Way the Right WayIt had been chilly for the past couple of mornings and today seemed cooler still. So, for the first time this season I put my coat and hat on – to go forth. I opened the door and felt the soft kiss of a breeze caress my face. The morning air was indeed brisk […]
Read More Turn, Turn, TurnPaul says, “When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child…” The truth was incomplete – the covenant was a contract. God’s intervention was a quid pro quo and my understanding was delusional. “When I grew up…” I talk like a grown-up, […]
Read More Good NewsThe questions we ask make the answers we get. So, we must pay attention and listen first. Being ruled by the numbers, misses ourselves. Calculated assessment is meaningless Rain measured in volume and duration makes life an endless series of droughts and floods. Soaked by the rain and absorbing its wetness, be filled with […]
Read More Q & AThe Wind whispers, sometimes softly, sometimes loudly. Sometimes She pushes me along. Sometimes She pushes me back. She caresses me with a gentle warm breeze. She throttles me with a blustery cold gust. To hear Her word, I must listen, for I know not from whence She came, or where She goes. […]
Read More WhispererAlas, our tapestry is ripped; but, we’re not irreparable. Woven and inseparable, part of the cloth, we can’t be snipped. Fashion glorifies the rend, the world marginalizes tears. Separation shreds without cares, love, though, is the cloth on the mend. Knitting a patch is not magic. Despite feeling so abandoned; our unlovedness is […]
Read More ThreadbareThe Cup is filled holding the poured out uniquely the same The Cup overflows overwhelming the poured out capacity exceeded The Cup is drunk one with poured out thirst satisfied The Cup is shared enjoined by the poured out never forget The Cup is empty unbroken by the poured out it […]
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