To have and to hold A future unknown, for two Walking together
Who told you you were naked? Who said you're not enough? Who whispered that your vulnerability Would not be met with love? Who said that you were all alone? Who held you there in fear? Who said that I would come in wrath When I saw you trembling there? Who told you you were naked,... Continue Reading →
I have told God, point blank, That if He just *told* me What He wanted me to do, Then I would do it Promptly. Did He not understand this?? He told me, Quietly, That if the answer came that simply Then I wouldn't be required to Trust.
I have a spiritual director; we meet once a month. He asks me about my prayer life, and what parts of the Bible are striking my heart. Every month, he always asks me if there is a scripture passage that I would like to use for meditation. Sometimes I pick one that comes readily to... Continue Reading →
My sister's middle name is "Charity," which the dictionary says is about giving to others in need and the Catechism says is about loving others and God, but I think it might be about the time we were hiking in the frigid north and she (so unfortunately) got diarrhea in the middle of a twelve-mile... Continue Reading →
I ran into a friend of mine, now-ordained, at an event where we were both volunteering. On the way to our cars, I asked if he would hear my confession, and he said he would, so we paused, in the cold January air, in a salt-stained back parking lot off of a busy road. The... Continue Reading →
Last year I tried to write a piece of poetry every day for the month of February. This lasted decently well for the first two weeks. And then, sadly, one of my dearest friends was in a life-threatening accident involving an ambulance and unconsciousness and recovery and, to this day, there are things that his... Continue Reading →
Maybe St. Joseph Was just as broken as My father. We paint a rosy picture-- Joseph cradles a sleeping Mary Joseph covers the baby Jesus Joseph works in his shop And the doves gather As the lilies bloom. But maybe We're wrong. And our heart-cries For perfection have forgotten: Joseph was not announced by an... Continue Reading →