#Prayer
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Is it hidden in cathedral walls,where light bends through stained glass prayers,or in the hush of whispered psalms,echoing off marble bones of saints? Is it folded in the hands of the poor,wrinkled palms lifted in silent need,or in the mother’s weary touch,brushing sleep across her child’s brow? Does it linger in the river’s hush,where stones… Read more
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I do not wear rose-colored glass,Nor eyes of steel that judge too fast.My lens is shaped by love and grace,A gift from God, my truest place. My faith’s the sky, both vast and bright,A morning sun, a guiding light.It whispers truth in winds that call,And lifts me up when doubts befall. My family’s earth, so… 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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O Lord, who fashioned love itself,teach us to love as Your martyr loved,not in fleeting sentiment,nor in words untested by sacrifice,but in the fire of surrender,where self is poured out like oil for the lamp. St. Valentine bore Your name in chains,his love not bound by fear,but made bold in the face of cruelty,a whisper… Read more
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Kindness speaks with gentle words,a smile, a hand outstretched,a fleeting warmth that soothes the woundbut does not mend the flesh. Yet love—true love—descends beneath,where kindness fears to tread.It bears the weight of others’ pain,pours wine where wounds have bled. Kindness offers what is safe,what costs the giver naught,but love will kneel, embrace the cross,no mercy… Read more
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He did not speak of love in mere words,soft syllables drifting like mist in the wind.No—He walked it, wore it, bled it,poured it out like wine too rich to hoard. He touched lepers none would dare to see,held children the world deemed too small.He broke bread with the broken,spoke life into silence,called sinners by name,… 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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In the shadow of the cross, I stand,A sinner wrapped in tattered rags of pride,The world’s allure still clinging to my hands,Yet here, You call me—arms stretched open wide. I see the nails, the thorns, the crimson flow,Each drop a message: Beloved, you are Mine.What love is this, that stoops so low,To bear my curse,… Read more
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It was in the arc of the branch—the way it stretched to the sky,a frail handoffering something unseen. It was in the seam of the riverbank,where mud met the cool insistence of water,each ripple a joyful hymnof shaping and reshaping. The sparrow did not sing for me,and yet I heard it,a small and perfect notewoven… Read more
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*image generated with AI, October, 2023 Where do I belong,if not cradled in the curve of eternity’s hand?The world shifts beneath my feet,roots torn by winds howling,“You are out of place.” I have wandered among the fleeting,held fast to shadowsthat promise solidity yet dissolve.I have cast anchorsinto oceans of approvalyet remain adrift. But in stillness—beneath… Read more
Prayerfully Poetic 