Prayers

My writing

  • I am angry.  Very angry. Well, at least I was. I came to a boil when I read the words that generally said in an article on deliverance that fighting Satan is no harder than taking out the garbage. That it’s merely something you might not want to do, but it’s your responsibility, so go for it. Oh, and there’s nothing to be afraid of.  Because you know, Jesus something or other. The man who was nailed to a cross to bleed to death because of evil has your back. You know. So [...]

Poetry

Thomas Merton poetry

  • Duns Scotus, by Thomas Merton
    Striking like lightning to the quick of the real world Scotus has mined all ranges to their deepest veins: But where, oh, on what blazing mountain of theology And in what Sinai’s furnace Did God refine the gold? Who ruled those arguments in their triumphant order And armed them with their strict celestial light? See the lance-lightning, blade-gliter, banner-progress As love advances, company by company In sunlit teams his clean embattled [...]

Evelyn Underhill

  • underhill stations of the cross
    From The Path of Eternal Wisdom, written under the pseudonym, John Cordelier The Eternal Wisdom Embraced by Human Love It has been said by a great preacher that “Jesus dead in the arms of Mary is the central fact of the world’s tragedy.”  Here we see it at last in its results – what, left to ourselves, we would do to Perfection if he would let us: the foolish cruelty, the destructive instincts of the separated human will apart from grace, from God. Yet poignant though this picture be, [...]

Mysticism

  • What is sweetest in Love is her tempestuousness; Her deepest abyss is her most beautiful favor; To lose one’s way in her is to touch her close at hand; To die of hunger for her is to feed and taste; Her despair is assurance; Her sorest wounding is all curing; To waste away for her sake is to be in repose; Her hiding is finding at all hours; To languish for her sake is to be in good health; Her concealment reveals what can be known of her; Her retentions are her gifts; Wordlessness is her most [...]

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