Empty my hands O God So I’m free to receive All the plans you have for me That I could not conceive. I’ll keep these hands unoccupied And for you remain chaste. Drop everything I think I need So I can be your vase. Safe from the lust of greedy hands That pull me downContinue reading “Almighty Space”
Monthly Archives: October 2021
Generic Tolerance. Is This Freedom?
When you have nothing to guide you, it’s so easy to shoulder shrug your way through life, being led by whoever has the most heated argument or the most energetic explanation. You become a victim to other people who care enough to care.
I don’t understand, I don’t comprehend This ‘rest’ that you speak of My brain upends. Foreign tongues don’t make sense In blind repetition, Immersion’s what’s best For inspired recognition “Rest makes me vomit. Rest means I’m weak. Rest means I’m useless, Defenseless, obscene. To be futile is death No product to show For the endContinue reading ““Rest””
Everything is Grace
“Everything is a grace because everything is God’s gift. Whatever be the character of life or its unexpected events—to the heart that loves, all is well. “ St. Therese of Lisieux I’m a 12 stepper. For those of you who know what that means, you get me. For those of you who don’t, I work theContinue reading “Everything is Grace”
One, two, three – One, two, three Life is a dance with Thee One, two, three – One, two, three Gently you’re leading me. Dancing you romance me, Oh, how I long for Thee! Just keep your eyes on me Watching me, watching me. One, two, three – One, two, three Easily prodding me “DanceContinue reading “Triune Identity”
“I Don’t Want This Owie!”
These words poured from my daughter as she struggled to fall asleep one night after scraping her elbow. It hit me soon after, how often I say something similar to the Lord! “Lord, I don’t want this struggle, I don’t want this sickness, this difficulty. Why can’t people just do things my way!?” I’m afraidContinue reading ““I Don’t Want This Owie!””
Your Living Prose
Piece by piece you pick me up
off this messy floor…
Out of this broken, new image is forged
It shimmers and sparkles, a sight to behold!
Metamorphosed, this icon of the soul.
The Master, the Artist, completed his goal.
Mary, Gate of Heaven
Okay, this is gonna get a bit theological, but hang with me. I am not an expert or a scholar on Catholic teaching, nor do I have any accreditation to potentially have a command on Catholic doctrine. But I am a Catholic woman with a brain, and I have some thoughts. Thoughts that I amContinue reading “Mary, Gate of Heaven”
2 Inches Away
I was really moved by something shared by Amanda Kloots when she was speaking about her grieving process after losing her husband to complications of Covid. She made this analogy about losing a loved one while you remain here on earth…