Prayers

  • No Picture
    From The Prayers and Personal Devotions of Mother Angelica My Lord and God, this morning I came to you and asked you how to love.  There are so many to love.  They are all so different.  My soul cried out in anguish.  Teach me how to love. Then [...]

My writing

  • Finding The Room To Forgive by Julia Marks
    Ash Wednesday, February 10 That long ago. An assignment in forgiveness.  Except, for me, the assignment was narrowed.  I was to focus on my unforgiveness, my refusal to forgive. And I initially thought, this is good.  This is healthy.  Like fasting for the body.  A deep cleansing. That’s because I thought that this was just going to be an expansion of those aspects of forgiveness that I’ve worked with nearly all my life.  What I know.  Just more.  Bigger. Improved. Huh. It [...]

Poetry

Thomas Merton poetry

  • For M. In October by Thomas Merton
    If you and I could meet up there In that cool cloud Like two sun Beams or birds Going straight to South America Or distracted spirits Flying together innocent In midair Or if we could be Together like two barges in a string Or tight wandering rafts Heading downriver to St Louis or New Orleans If we could come together like two parts Of one love song Two chords going hand in hand A perfect arrangement And be two parts of the same secret (Oh if we [...]

Evelyn Underhill

  • God And His Saints by Evelyn Underhill
    From Concerning the Inner Life The inner life means an ever-deepening awareness of all this: the slowly growing and concrete realization of a Life and a Spirit within us immeasurably exceeding our own, and absorbing, transmuting, supernaturalizing our lives by all ways and at all times.  It means the loving sense of God, as so immeasurably beyond us as to keep us in a constant attitude of humblest awe – and yet so deeply and closely with us, as to invite our clinging trust and loyal love. [...]

Mysticism

  • holy water
     No one lives outside the walls of this sacred place, existence, The holy water, I need it upon my eyes: it is you, dear you — each form. What mother would lose her infant  — and we are that to God, never lost from His gaze are we?  Every cry of the heart is attended by light’s own arms. You cannot wander anywhere that will not aid you. Anything you can touch  — God brought it into the classroom of your mind. Differences exist, but not in the city of love. Thus my vows and [...]

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