Body and Soul
Flesh. What is flesh? Organic cells forming bones, muscles, organs, nerves, blood, skin. The flesh of animals, fur covered, which dwell in forests and fields. The flesh of fish, wet … Continue Reading Body and Soul
Are We Having Fun yet?
I have a morbid sense of time passing. This probably comes from doctors telling my parents, when I was two, that my disease meant I wouldn’t live to be a … Continue Reading Are We Having Fun yet?
Mother’s Way
Originally posted on albits:
Mother is a way of living A patient self-giving Atmosphere of care Like dew, early, everywhere Even if not near Mother’s here, and here Heartfelt, warming,…
The Publishing Contract
I did it! That’s what I want to write, that’s what I want to shout out from the rooftops: “I did it! I did it!!!” The sentence, however, feels incomplete. … Continue Reading The Publishing Contract
Growth and Divine Incarnate
I’m often remembered on sight by people whom I don’t recognize. At all. It’s the wheelchair. People have an advantage over me, because I have a unique and constant look … Continue Reading Growth and Divine Incarnate
Metamorphic Metanoia
This week, continuing my summer of poetry, something a bit biographical and a bit whimsical. The story of all of our lives — if we let it be. Metamorphic Metanoia … Continue Reading Metamorphic Metanoia
Sand Poet
Ah, summer…do we fully enjoy the beauty of it? This week, I present a poem that I wrote from a memory of my younger nephew when he was still freshly … Continue Reading Sand Poet
What Does It Mean to Be Independent?
My mother tells me that I was conceived on the Fourth of July. She says that she remembers well the hot summer night on their back porch in the city, … Continue Reading What Does It Mean to Be Independent?
People will gather around us like bees.
Originally posted on Gladsome Lights:
Let us scatter our love selflessly to all, without regard to the way they act towards us. When the grace of God enters us, we…
Mother Knows Best? Eugenic Abortion
With this reflection, I’m delving into controversy, as you can tell by the title. I feel nervous as I’m writing, so please bear with me. (And yes, it’s long.) I’d … Continue Reading Mother Knows Best? Eugenic Abortion
To the Marriage of True Minds
What is love? I will soon be attending a family wedding by the sea, and this occasion calls to my mind some poetry. The coming together of a man and … Continue Reading To the Marriage of True Minds
Real Men Stay
I should be dead, but I’m not. I should be a forty something-year-old in a nursing home, but I’m not. I should be miserable, but I’m not. Why? The reason … Continue Reading Real Men Stay
Heaven Is Pure Love
This thought has been with me all week, so I decided to share it with you, dear reader: Heaven is pure love. Even love not yet purified can offer us … Continue Reading Heaven Is Pure Love
Was or Is? Life after Death
This week, a woman from my parish died of cancer. When I was thinking about the best way to describe how I know her, I found myself struggling with verb … Continue Reading Was or Is? Life after Death
Within Her Hands
As May is the month for honoring mothers, including Mary, the Mother of God, Mother of all the living in Christ, I’m sharing a poem that I wrote a few years … Continue Reading Within Her Hands
The Wedding
In the summer preceding my sister’s wedding, I took to writing a poem for the occasion. This was during the time that I thought of love as many people do: … Continue Reading The Wedding
