Waxen pillars tipped with fire
in a ring of evergreen;
like our souls, the flames lift higher
with our prayers to a God unseen.
And at the core, waiting…
the bone white sepulcher of Christ –
the eucharistic cradle of divine incarnation,
which yields the Everlasting Light.
There once was a cripple…
who wasn't afraid to acknowledge that she was a cripple or to share her life of wonder, struggles, sorrow, and joy with perfect strangers. Here I am.
Join me as I explore the reality of divine love in the flesh, reflecting on what it means to be fully human, fully alive.