When the Evening Hours Wrestle with Shadows
In the tumultuous hours of the evening, When shadows crawl forth from subconscious terrains and fears awaken from hidden depths, In that place between falling …
In the tumultuous hours of the evening, When shadows crawl forth from subconscious terrains and fears awaken from hidden depths, In that place between falling …
In the calm whispers of the evening, in the quiet shades in which pregnant silences speak about infinities which lie just beyond the grasp of …
My good friend, though our company is sweet and our conversation allows us to peer into the divine mysteries, yet we must always set before …
Lord, speak to me of desire, You must desire to be a saint, the heart that does not reach for the summits never takes the …
What is that gentle art, whereby one road emerges, among the symphony of many attractions, and instead of confusion or the dispersed energies of a …
I have lost my language, the words are there, but now I have entered a land so foreign to all that has come before, my …
Among the hidden roads of desolate, interior landscapes, I have found my thirsting and it has discovered me, An encounter on the dusty, deserted byways …
Break these bonds, Lord, for by them I make covenant with strangers, Take possession whereby all resistance is torn asunder, Penetrate the depths of who …
I renounce soft things and bright rings those many shiny displays whose ways never led me anywhere, I say no to all that is not …
Speak Lord, your servant is listening, What do you feel called to say? Lord, your servant longs to speak immortal beauty, that bright shining glory, …