“…my disbelief made no difference to You. You took it into Your love and accepted it like an offering, and tonight the rain soaked through my coat and my clothes and into my skin, and I shivered with the cold, and it was for the first time as though I nearly loved You. I walkedContinue reading “Odd Mercy’s Manger”
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Apocalyptic Beauty
Not to sound like the classical homeschool family we are, but my mom and I were recently griping about the lies and objectification within some modern music. Don’t get us wrong, she’s a diehard U2 fan and I rediscovered my love for Mumford and Sons over the summer; it’s not like we only listen toContinue reading “Apocalyptic Beauty”
The August Ecce
May is Mary’s Month, and I Muse at that and wonder why Perhaps in imitation of these opening lines from Hopkins’ The May Magnificat, one could write: August paints her bleeding heart, And I long to know her art Obviously that plagiarist is embarrassing herself a bit. But she still thinks it’s important to museContinue reading “The August Ecce”
Goodnight, Fools
Happy Sunday! Sorry that this post is a little later than usual. It’s been a crazy week, a crazier weekend, and honestly, writer’s block has been hitting harder than usual over the last few weeks. But I think it’s providential that this post is late. Today’s Gospel is about the evening of our lives, andContinue reading “Goodnight, Fools”
A Singular Glance of Tearful Eyes
One year ago on this upcoming Friday, I sat in the grass with Jesus present in the Church behind me. Trying not to hopelessly squint into the setting sun, I shared my witness with a group of middle and high school students on the feast of Mary Magdalen. It was such a tender gift toContinue reading “A Singular Glance of Tearful Eyes”
Little Essay on Blood
In the evening of July 8, 1897, a young nun was admitted to the infirmary of her convent. It would be her final nest before flying into the heaven already present in her mighty soul, the marriage bed that she shared with her crucified Spouse. From July 6 to August 5, she coughed up bloodContinue reading “Little Essay on Blood”
Happy Hearts Day Part 1: Hidden in the Rupture
Does anyone actually like Valentine’s Day? To quote Jane Austen, “It is a truth universally acknowledged that every single or taken man or woman, regardless of fortune, age, or creed, does not actually enjoy corporate exploitation of one of the deepest mysteries of the universe for the sake of jacked up prices for flavorless chocolate,Continue reading “Happy Hearts Day Part 1: Hidden in the Rupture”
Dancing in Prison: O King of Nations
O King of all the nations, the only joy of every human heart; O Keystone of the mighty arch of man, come and save the creature you fashioned from the dust. If there were any two who understood that Jesus is “the only joy of every human heart,” it was the Blessed Virgin and JohnContinue reading “Dancing in Prison: O King of Nations”
Spiritual Canticle in Irregular Verse: O Radiant Dawn
Out of the darkness of this life the wasteland held captive by gloom’s shadow where there dwell frustrated hopes and dreams dashed against flint the unwearied Father places upon the weary dust the one great thing to love on earth: the Blessed Sacrament. The small white Sun ablaze with love whose radiant joy springs overContinue reading “Spiritual Canticle in Irregular Verse: O Radiant Dawn”
Wreck My Life: O Key of David
O Key of David, O royal Power of Israel controlling at your will the gate of Heaven: Come, break down the prison walls of death for those who dwell in darkness and the shadow of death; and lead your captive people into freedom. Today’s antiphon reminds me of the bridge to the popular worship song,Continue reading “Wreck My Life: O Key of David”
Living Full Throttle 