#Poem
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I thought I knew where I was goinguntil the road abruptly disappeared. So I followed the smaller path,the one I had not chosen,the one that seemed to lead nowhereExcept deeper into the woods. Yet something in me knewbefore I could understand. The trees grew closer.The silence grew deeper.And somewhere beyond my certainty,I felt You walking… Read more
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I have searched for Youin the green certainty of spring,in summer’s long, unhurried light,and found You quieter than I expected. Autumn teaches me Your nearnessin things I must learn to release:the fuzzy cat tail, the warmth, the illusionthat anything was ever mine to keep. You are there too,beneath the silence,holding what I cannot see. In… Read more
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Jesus,You did not sayYou would be. You said,I AM. And something in mefalls silent before You. Before Abraham,before the first staropened its eye,before time learnedto count its days, You were.You are.You simply are. And yet, Lord,the Eternal Onecomes to me. You come hiddenbeneath the humble appearanceof bread. The One who made the heavensallows Himselfto be liftedinto my… Read more
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Perhaps autumnis not the making of colorbut the surrender of green. The leaf lets goof what it no longer needsand suddenlywhat was hiddenbecomes visible. Gold was there.Red was there.Orange was there. All summerthey waited beneaththe green. Perhaps this iswhat surrender does to the soul. It does not make usinto someone new. It removeswhat has been… Read more
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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
