November 27, 2017

"That my life may be one act of perfect love, I offer myself as a victim of holocaust to Your merciful love, imploring You to consume me unceasingly, and to allow the floods of infinite tenderness pent up in You to overflow into my soul, that I may become a very martyr...

November 23, 2017

Linger in the light. Press your face against the window and watch leaf blowers send piles of fallen leaves soaring. Drive to the store to buy your favorite lollipops, dance in an empty house, fill your lungs with the earthy autumn air, hug the people you knew when you...

November 15, 2017

Here’s to the throats that are raw from screaming under starry skies

And the ones who’d rather bleed than cry one more time.

Here’s to the tree huggers and barefoot runners,

The ones with dirt-stained converse and Dean’s List honors.

Here’s to the nuns smiling behind metal...

November 14, 2017

It’s easy to write these three words. Especially while sitting in a cozy apartment with a cup of warm tea and the company of good friends around the table. But the words that Pope Saint John Paul II declared over and over throughout his papacy are not merely meant to b...

November 7, 2017

We wake up on this side of eternity,

Bleary-eyed and tangled in dawn

Sunlight seeps through curtain gaps, illuminating cracks in walls

An unwelcome visitor

We squeeze our eyes shut in the name of freedom,

That elusive thing

But bird melodies tear through the morning

Foggy mis...

November 6, 2017

Beauty will save the world.

What a radical claim. But one that I believe with every fiber of my being. I’ve always been awed by beautiful things. Sometimes the way sunlight falls across a wooden floor stops me in my tracks and the incredible weight of glory comes crashi...

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