My Mom’s Favorite Poem
It’s not the fact you’re hurt that counts – but only how did you take it?
It’s not the fact you’re hurt that counts – but only how did you take it?
iv. Break these bonds, Lord, for by them I make covenant with strangers, Take possession whereby all resistance is torn asunder, Penetrate the depths …
iii. I renounce soft things and bright rings those many shiny displays whose ways never led me anywhere, I say no to all that …
Speak Lord, your servant is listening, What do you feel called to say? Lord, your servant longs to speak immortal beauty, that bright …
O dearest son, I wish to instruct you in the ways by which you learn to examine yourself and ascend the holy mountain of Zion …
The study of ethics teaches the mind right conduct and quickens the response to grace in regards to human activity, This gives the joy of …
Let us surrender to that timeless beauty that lies just beyond the reach of human understanding, Let us allow our hearts to be captivated by …
Contemplation It was not until I learned to forget myself that I discovered who I truly am, The interior corridors of devotion at first seemed …
I found that if I wanted to get anywhere in this life, I had to learn to name the demons who choke devotion with a …
Come forth thee prisoner from the shadows of your captivity, From the remote recesses of the human heart, a light has emerged, From the hollow …