Sometimes when I pray the words scurry by like ants I watch their silent progress unregistered on the kitchen scale undulating in their trail unnoticed until they become a swarm indistinguishable one from the next Sometimes there is one you see that carries five thousand times its weight enough to feed them all for a day ____________________ Image: Ant bite carrying leaf photo by Vlad Tchompalov on Unsplash …
Recognition Resurrection plus ten: is the shock wearing off or setting in? That time when the child was lost three days, three hours, three minutes that were once a lifetime then found; the heart does not readily recover; it skips each time the beloved is seen or imagined from the corner of a vision or …
Resurrection is coming. It is important and sometimes difficult to hold on to that hope; yet resurrection that glosses over the reality of death, the finitude of death, that last piece of the solidarity of the Incarnation reins in the hope that might otherwise extend even to the rubble of a hospital, or the shores of a storm-churned beach, or the shut-off third rail of a subway system.
When the ashes are felt upon our head,
draw us closer to you.