Heart and Soul

Here is my heart, O Holy Life: ancient with the dust of stars, new as the day I was born. What use can it possibly have if it beats only for itself? Here is my soul, O Mystery: reluctantly tethered to flesh, marked with scars and calluses. Who else can recognize it...

Emmaus

This day, too, is a resurrection, therefore we praise the Most Holy Miracle. This breath, and this one, is a promise fulfilled. Praise and thanks to Life Eternal. These tears are a baptism that make holy our dusty humanity; And this crusty loaf of bread, broken and...
In the Spirit of Thomas

In the Spirit of Thomas

We do not see! We do not understand! We do not know which signs are true! Peace be with you. We cannot believe! We cannot find our grounding! We cannot discern the path forward! Peace be with you. Information is lacking! Too many liars claim expertise! Conspiracy...

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