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 →

LONGINUS, SOLDIER SAINT

Longinus, You, who beheld Life, As your Savior Hung between Heaven and Earth, Dying on His Cross, Your heart came alive At the sight of the Mother’s agony. The thrust of your spear Lanced the heart of the Christ And pierced your own To let Him enter, He, who would henceforth, Possess you in contemplation. … Continue reading →