A man lies face down on the sidewalk weeping in our neighborhood the Catholic Church placed a candlelit shrine at street level. The church is closed for public safety But people need to pray “to earnestly implore” the dictionary says. Only those facing darkness can dig deep enough to do this —humiliation, submission, strength— to…
The past paralyzes, and the future is unknown. My calendar captures future events as my “to-do” list increases with things I should have done yesterday. In the meantime, social media drags me down in the game of “what if”: The world will come to an end if democrats win, and the world will go to…
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What do we see when we look at others’ faces? We notice the outward appearance, whether we wish to or not. Skin color, eye color, clothing, and so on, are apparent features that are obvious and difficult to pretend we do not see. What we cannot see or know from the outward appearance is a…
Day of the Lord You have this thing that begins as a wave, Hurried thing, it takes to task the columns of unconvincing elation. Ever present regardless of the wind or the decisions of humane individuals eager for motive, and cause, and effect, and things wrapped up before the end comes at warp speed. …
Shell begins cracking as from inside she scratches, it’s time to get out and that egg finally hatches. Free and damp with the shell shaken off, she’s fresh and hungry! Where is that feed trough? This world seems more beautiful than e’er she knew, that big yellow ball illumes the kindest of blue. That beautiful…
The pilgrim psalm, a cry of pleading, Hail the Lamb, soon bleeding. Hosanna! Save us! Blessed is he who has come. On a virginal colt, to Jerusalem mounted, costly redemption, carefully counted. Palm branches flutter, royalty shown to a King who stepped away from his throne. Hosanna! Save us! Blessed is he who has come. The…