Perfection yet to be attained,
With layers left to be unfurled,
Her soul is cleansed while still detained,
Within the timeless Netherworld.
This state between eternity
And time, however short or long,
Endures between ubiquity
And place to keep a ghostly throng.
Through this elderly priest, I received guidance I did not expect and grace that comforted and strengthened me and healed the wounds of my heart and soul.Read More
This very morning I caught the not unexpected look of perplexity in the eyes of a classroom of students when I referred to Easter or Eastertide as something ongoing—for a few more weeks in fact.Read More