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Lord I step into the quietwhere my questions rise like mistand lingershaping shadows on the water. My touch disturbs the surface.Is my faith this thinthis fragile thread betweenwhat I knowand what I long to believe? Draw me deeper.Past the weight of doubtpast the stones I keep in secretto where Your silence speakslouder than my strivingwhere Read more
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We sprint to keep upwith the trembling fashions of dust.We rush to comply as hems rise and fall,as tongues twist into new shapes,and as virtue changes its nameevery hour on the hour. We drink deep from the rivers of trend,bow to the altar of relevance,and call it wisdom.We trade convictionslike garments out of seasonand call Read more
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Lent begins Wednesday, March 5 (Ash Wednesday). Throughout Lent, I will be running a series of poetic reflections and prayers following the Stations of the Cross. My brother, Greg McGee, will be adding his artwork to each station reflection. I believe, regardless of your religious practices, that the Stations of the Cross offer much to Read more
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There is so much I do not know,the weight of stars, the measure of time,the whispering roots beneath the earth,the unspoken thoughts in another’s mind. I long to know, to understand,to gather truth like scattered light,but what is wisdom if it does not burnto draw me closer to Your sight? If knowledge swells but love Read more
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*image generated with AI, 2025 It was hardly more than a speck,cupped in the rough palm of the sower,a mustard seed, dust-small,tossed into the loosened earthwithout an official decree,without a ceremonial trumpet call. The rain came, soft and steady,the sun with its patient fingerscoaxed green from the dark. Then, one morning, there it was—a slender Read more
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In the beginning, before time’s breath, the Word stood eternal, creating all things—the stars, the seas, the bending tree—life and light to all, shining in darkness that would not overcome it, yet His own did not know Him as He walked among them, full of grace and truth, turning water to wine, offering living water Read more
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Not a measure of space—but as near as the breath that leaves our lips,the assured hope of a prayer unfurled in faith,the heartbeat that stirs when love takes root. Heaven is not some distant star,but a flaming flicker in the human soul,a reflection of the divineetched into our essence, our identity. It’s as close as Read more
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Lord, this seasonlives in the absence of color,yet You remain—etched in every branchthat stretches skyward,in every brittle blade of grassasleep beneath the frost. Our landscape is stripped bare,the earth laid openlike a rune of quiet surrender.And yet, all remains full.Full of the hum of stillness,the hush of snowthat falls in silken serenity,revealing Your hand. Teach Read more
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Do we carve the air with silvered speech,Only to let it fall,A polished echo of promises,Too brittle to stand tall? We speak of love like it’s a flame,A holy warmth, divine,Yet hold it close within our hearts,Afraid to let it shine. What good is light that seeks no dark,A river that will not flow?What worth Read more
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You are but leafless branches now,sharp against the silvered sky.No rustle in the wind, no burst of color—just the silence of what remains. The wind doesn’t seek permission;it tugs and gnaws,yet you do not complain.Instead, you stand,gripping the earth with quiet resolve. Your roots—deep, hidden, patient—sip at streams that no one sees.Or hears.The earth is Read more
Prayerfully Poetic 