When the Twain Shall Meet

There is a delicacy of old With which men speak to one another. Though, approaching from the farthest ends, Never meeting in the middle, Yet, do they honor one another, In their humanity. They offer the gift of presence, Gifting to the other An open ear That wills to hear. To do the Good For … Continue reading →

Prayer and the Indwelling Christ

Your gaze have made it very easy, praying that is. Yet, for such as me, it’s still very hard, not seeing You across the table. Your eyes follow me. I know You hear me. “It’s not You, it’s me”, as faulting lovers say. Your gaze never leaves me, I can feel it in the depths … Continue reading →