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Walking Into a Summer Afternoon
Soupy was the airas I followed the late afternoonbirdsong of summer – I can’t wait to hear the crickets! This thought exclaimed in my mind brought a smileat firstand then a sigh – Oh, how often I miss the moment I’m in! So, I veered off the pavement – which I NEVER do – and…
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Thank God for Mystics
Then,the path ahead was overwhelmingstrewn with the litter of my grasping—a minefield of my own makingOh,how I studied to learn the truth about You and the rules to guide the way— amazed by all revealed to meNow,the path of freedom stretches ahead cluttered not at all with my passions—a sea adrift with Your Image
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The Glory of God*
Living,I breathe in the nature of God. It is all around me,as His heart beats in blades of grass beneath my bare feet on a cool summer nightin gathered kin around the table sharing a sumptuous meal in falling snow blanketing this world, desperate for rest;forif I breathe it not there, there is no glory.If…
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My Judas
A troubled man once wrote: “To be or not to be – that is the question.” Ever since his quill hit the linenthose words have wafted through the air – portrayed on raised stages whispered by the lost cried through tears of despair.And once they were mine as well. Today I pray a request to…
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Whose Are We?
Isn’t it all just a tad exhausting? The information at our fingertips—is it real or reliable or robotic? What is the point of knowing more if what we know now leaves us wanting? How many degrees does it take how many facts must we know how often must the other tell us we are right…
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The Sloth in the Darkness
What’s most terrifying haunting unbearable considering the darkest seasons of life? The loneliness desperation injustice evil? The absent ones arrogance viciousness of others? Or, when I go there now with eyes wide open is it the me that I see – she who embraced the madness relied on the lies remained chained in the dungeon…
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Apatheia
Oh, my dear one,how long will you go on paying*in self-pitybitternessand condemnation? Don’t you know thatdetachment fromthe ways of this world is debt-free?*With thanks to the wisdom of the desert fathers (see Thomas Merton’s The Wisdom of the Desert: Sayings from the Desert Fathers of the Fourth Century, p. 39)
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Be the Revelation
As one all too familiar with separation from God I can report with certainty this absolute truth: a peaceful one cannot transmit peace with words. Alas, a peaceful one cannot transmit peace with silence. Peace is only and always forever transmitted by living the Christ Spirit.
Jessica L. Morris
The seeking is everything…
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