An open response to a presentation on CNN’s by Lisa Ling – This Is Life, “Called to the Collar” I watched blurry eyed as I remembered my own days wandering through sacred halls towards the main chapel where Mass was celebrated daily, yet not one seminarian interviewed ever mentioned their draw to the Eucharist. Throughout…
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Altar Linens
Fair Linens (Altar Cloths) Fair linens cover the main altar and were traditionally embroidered with five crosses, one in each corner of the mensa (the altar slab or stone) and a centered embroidery. The five crosses on the fair linen are meant to depict the five wounds of Christ. A fair linen usually includes a…
My Spirit Rejoices in God, My Savior
“My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord, my spirit rejoices in God my Savior for he has looked with favor on his lowly servant.” ~ (Luke 1:46-55 – The Magnificat) We who are called, whether religious or secular, know only too well the draw deep within the core of our beings to serve our…
Senses Be Stilled – Good Morning
Upon the blue stillness lies the immensity of all seen and unseen, all wished and non-wished, all glorified and all condemned. Somewhere in the distance a wind chime softens the silence, calling upon a new soliloquy of transcendence. The sheet torn in the temple has settled on dirt floors – created and creating still; pondering…
Self-Discovery
This empty shell sits alone in silence wondering, “Who Am I,” but discovers only silence enveloping a once symphonic presence. “Who Am I” again surfaces from time to time, balancing the moments of deep inner thought with moments of complete emptiness. Does the blade of grass wonder to itself, “Who Am I” as it grows?…
Words
I’ve been feeling a bit unsettled lately and can always count on receiving some sort of inspiration from the least expected places, so today I was paying more attention than usual – the key, it seems, is to remain open enough to hear the message when it comes through. Lately I’ve been feeling down due…
Fine Silvery Threads
Creator and Created, Fine silvery threads dance confidently on Open waters, drawing up the life which Floats along vast currents. Behind the mirror existence shines back From ages past and teams of creation, Yet unseen they wait for their moment. Through dry mists glowing embers explode Casting their presence across unwatched Empty highways – waiting.…