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Thomas touched the woundsand found eternity.The hands that shaped the starswere open before him. The pierced sidebecame a doorwayinto love. And he whispered,My Lord.My God. Not merely the Lord.Not merely God. My. The crucifiedThe resurrectedThe infinitehad come near enoughto touch. And now I kneelbefore the hidden Christ,asking for the faithto see what Thomas saw:beneath the veil,within the wound,beyond… Read more
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You came close enoughto breathe our air,to enter our dust,to feel the ache of hunger,the warmth of another hand,the loneliness of a human heart. The One whom heavencould not containentered the hidden chamberof a virgin’s yesand made her wombthe first tabernacle. Eternal Lightfolded Himselfinto the darkness of flesh.The Word through whomall things were spokenbecame an… Read more
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In YouI live,heldwithin the mysteryof Your being. Every breathis borrowed from You. Every heartbeatmoves beneaththe gaze of Love. I walk through this worldand yet I never leave You. I search for Youas though You were distant, while all the whileI am movingwithin You. Where could I gothat Your presencedoes not already fill? What darknesscould hide… Read more
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I do not knowwhere the path leads,only that Christ has gone before me,His wounded feetstill warm upon the road. I do not knowhow long the journey will be,or what sufferingwill ask my soul to surrender. I do not knowhow grace will enterthe places in methat pain has closed,or how the Crosswill become a doorwayinstead of… Read more
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Perhaps love begins where possession ends.Where two soulsno longer ask, What can you give me?but,How may I pour myself outfor you? There,something of the Trinitybegins to breathe. Gift answering Gift,love receiving love,and love becomingsomething greaterthan either giver or gift. Perhaps this is whythe Church calls marriagea sacrament. Not because our loveis without wounds,but because through… Read more
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He knows the thoughtsI dare not speak,the wounds beneath my words,the places in mewhere faith trembles. He knows my sinand my longing for holiness,my failuresand the small, stubborn desireto belong completely to Him. Nothing is hidden.And still,He loves me. He flung stars into the darknessand breathed life into dust.Yet He does not crush mewith His… Read more
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What if the silence is only waiting,and heaven stands just beyond the veil,a door left openin the dark? Pascal whispers:you must choose your waybefore you can know the road. So I place my small lifeupon the possibility of dawn,as a pilgrimwho has heard a distant bell. For what is faithif not the heart leaningtoward what… Read more
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Heaven trembles at the edge of thoughtand slips away when we try to hold it. It is the place where absence cannot enter,and yet every longing arrives quietly,like a feather carried on a wind no one sees. Nothing is heavy,and yet everything restsin a fullness that sustains. Colors hum, shapes breathe,and the air itself remembersevery… Read more
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The soul lies openin the stillness of God,where nothing stirs but mercyand the faint echo of its own longing. The river moves without sound,washing away what clings,leaving only what is readyto be embraced. The heart remembers itself,all that it withheld,all that it feared to offer.The remembering is not harsh;it unfolds slowly,a revelation of tender light.… Read more
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Broken pieces breathe in fractured light. Shadows gatherwhere hands once held the whole,where silence pressed against the heart. Shame, fear, quiet sins;they have always been seen. Still I clutch the fragments,whispering prayersthat fade into hidden corners. Rain seeps into the cracks,soft and unrelenting,turning splintered piecesinto something that can hold. Mercy drifts like wind,finding placeswe never… Read more
A Collection of Prayerful Poems by Tim McGee
