Tag: Catholic poetry
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Of Food and Grace
I love that Jesus is fearful. He climbs the mountain and sits down. The needy crowd follows him and sits at his feet waiting and he heals them, speaks of their suffering, tells his disciples his heart is sick. He fears they will collapse for lack of food. Could he assuage their hunger as he heals their…
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The Way We’re Wired
When there is silence I know he is not bored, only quiet. His quietude ends with connections. Maybe he gets this from his dad. Default mode: I love you.
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Oasis
See control’s mirage leading us trekking, crawling, grasping the course ground through dry, gritty heat. Throw out your arms. Cross the bridge to trust, to faith, to hope, to letting go, to releasing, to receiving, to believing. Take child’s pose and crawl into the arms of God’s cradle.
Amy Secrist 