Rooted. A nice way of saying “stuck.” This tree is stuck, it cannot move unless a force shall blow, or chop, it down dead. Never roaming to distant lands, or knowing exotic thrills, it will sprout and bloom, sleep and wake, dry up, wither and die all in one place. What of this place? This […]
Does being free mean that we have no guidelines, no limitations, no grounding? But isn’t it the truth that sets us free? The truth is that I can do nothing here on this Earth without my limited body, and my body cannot exist here on this Earth without its boundaries. The very Earth is my […]
I should be dead, but I’m not. I should be a forty something-year-old in a nursing home, but I’m not. I should be miserable, but I’m not. Why? The reason for each of these statements can be summed up with one word: love. I have been loved into being by God, and the love of […]
Note the patience of a violet who, when heavy with bee, droops and bows and nearly breaks, as the strange creature bumbles deep within; brought low to the ground, she waits her release, knowing that all of life would cease without the patience of a violet. What else besides a violet does this poem bring […]
There sure are a lot of titles for Mary, the mother of Jesus — more than I can list, or even know and remember. Virgin Mary. Blessed Mother. Our Lady. Our Lady of Sorrows. Our Lady of Perpetual Help. Queen of Heaven and Earth. And so on and on and on, besides the names given […]
