You wonder how to know if love is true.
I can only show you my eyes. Within
my heart the answer lies, spoken in
between silent beats, like the music
that lingers though the strings are still.
Be still, listen, and you will hear the
song that sweetly echoes your name.
Whispered in my heart at dying’s final days, a breath of life and hope’s animation, and my grayscale eyes dream…
Abbot Pastor said that Abbot John the Dwarf had prayed to the Lord and the Lord had taken away all…
When the springtime rain falls Gently on your lips, and the Cool morning breeze caresses Your skin, or when the…
Whew, that was a scary ride for a while there. I switched from WordPress.com to WordPress.org, self-hosted and all that…
Friends, I have recently switched to a self-hosted blog site. The URL and appearance are obviously the same. Unfortunately, what…
There is an ancient image of the interior journey of the spiritual life as like a spoked wheel. In the…
An eagle who loses the ability to fly does not wish it had been born without wings. Rather, it gives…
Abbot Lot came to Abbot Joseph and said: Father, according as I am able, I keep my little rule, and…
Goodbye, my love, like for death do I mourn, Like death, but strong my stoic heart will be. If love…
Cry aloud to the Lord! O daughter of Zion! Let tears stream down like a torrent day and night! Give…
The veil pulled down over the urban night, where distant cries and laughter and desperate motherhood swirl beneath the winter…
With the chill kiss of silence you embrace Like the winter wind where caution once blew My speculating heart. How…
I know the blog-reading world went into a bit of a panic when Google announced they were nixing their popular…
This poor life examined, yet never lived Pauper heart empty but indemnified This lonely existence is magnified In the opaque…
Through the restless night my mind does wander And in a distant melody the song Replays. Shall we dance again,…
Heaved from my blighted breast a mournful sigh, my porous heart empties into jaded fonts. In love’s dearth such pain…
But, for my part, I cry to you, Yahweh, every morning my prayer comes before you: why, Yahweh, do you…
I can only adore you with my prostrate heart from afar, gazing at your love through a monstrance. Your love…
In your stained-glass eyes I read the story of the moon. We dance to the starlight song of the April…
How beautiful you are, my love, how beautiful you are! Your eyes are doves. How beautiful you are, my love,…
The darkness is as gentle as someplace far away. Today the streets remember that they were fields one day. And…
In the early morning hour, just before the dawn, lover and beloved wake and take a drink of water. She…
Today the Augustinian family celebrates the Conversion of St. Augustine. It was on this date in 387 when Augustine and…
There is perhaps no sadder affliction of the human condition than the experience of loneliness. The desire for intimacy is…
There are times in our world and in our lives when we are confronted in a staggering fashion with the…
Like a river your love flows in and out of my gaping heart, a tributary passing through a hollowed out…
File in, file in. One-by-one, seats all in a row. A family of seven, seat them at table 12. We’ll…
