I had to love you until the fire burned all the way out. I gave breath to the embers, begged the coals to stay alive. And when only the smoke remained, I cowered and hid. Finally, laying what was left in a pile of ash outside. I found peace in the daze of smoke and fog, The unknown felt kinder than the typical unrest. When the haze lifted, the pestilence took over. I felt the lonely set in and whisper delusions of what’s next. There were days I carried ghosts upon my back, Co

Ash Wednesday is the first day of Lent.

World Communion Sunday is celebrated annually on the first Sunday of October.

This is a poem about the waiting, and how it longs often impatiently.

There are all types of moms in this world. Ones who don’t get flowers, ones who don’t want to celebrate the day. Let us be gentle on all...

I wade in waters that surround me, I slush through like a hunter in the forest. Though leaves fall by my side, though shivers reach my...

So, today it happened. The dreaded day of me overhearing my daughter sounding exactly like me in an argument. Now, tell me this six...

Look to the mountain on each side of you, This sin that, though not seen, can be felt. The grimy flesh that clouds my mind, Praise to the...