The Robe

Lord of the centuries, Knit, of our pain, the knots, That mysteriously arrange themselves Across our days. Guide, by unseen fingers, Each little pearl, To form a cloth Alive with Your Golden threads, Infinitely more than happenstance or tragedy. Each strand of Time a mystery, Bathed in trial and tears, Yet rich in Awe, Resplendent … Continue reading →

“Give them something to eat.”

“Give them something to eat.” On the mountain of Your Holiness, You commanded, “You give them something to eat.” What have I that would feed, And satisfy so many? You give to me, In steady supply. You are my All. In You, I believe, It is You, I adore, And from You, I draw my … Continue reading →

Holy Thursday – about today

“So when he had washed their feet [and] put his garments back on and reclined at table again, he said to them, ‘Do you realize what I have done for you? You call me ‘teacher’ and ‘master,’ and rightly so, for indeed I am. If I, therefore, the master and teacher, have washed your feet, … Continue reading →