I, who live by words, am wordless when I try my words in prayer. All language turns To silence. Prayer will take my words and then Reveal their emptiness. The stilled voice learns To hold its peace, to listen with the heart To silence that is joy, is adoration. The self is shattered, all wordsContinue reading “Word”
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Charms
When I was a little girl my godmother, Aunt Camie, would give me a charm for a bracelet she started for me one Christmas. Every year I would wait with great anticipation to see what the charm would be—a candy cane, or a creche, or a sprig of holly—each with the year engraved in theContinue reading “Charms”
Freedom
In the desert of the heart Let the healing fountain start, In the prison of his days Teach the free man how to praise. ——W. H. Auden
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What do you think of when you think of Andy Warhol? Campbell’s Soup? All-night parties? Pop-art album covers for the Rolling Stones? You might picture a slight, frail, near-albino artist in tortoise shell glasses, but you probably wouldn’t picture him in the back pew of a Catholic church, genuflecting…
Not armor, just socks
Today’s advent devotion is from the book Season of Promises by Mitch Finley: The Advent season is a season of homely things—”homely” in the dictionary’s first meaning of the word, “characteristic of the home or of home life.” Advent is a season of homely things because during this season we prepare for the coming ofContinue reading “Not armor, just socks”
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