“The Holy Theophany (Epiphany) of Our Lord,” in the Greek Orthodox Tradition. Photo taken by Emmanuel Petkas. “The Sea” in the “The Holy Theophany (Epiphany) of Our Lord,” in the Greek Orthodox Tradition. Photo taken by Emmanuel Petkas. I don’t how I came across this picture, but, when I first saw it, I fell in…
To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love All pray in their distress; And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love Is God, our father dear, And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love Is Man, his child and care. For Mercy has a human heart, Pity a human face, And Love,…
I recently posted on Facebook two alternative ways to live: thrive or strive. I wrote, “I need to stop striving for control and start thriving by trusting the One who controls everything.” Then, interestingly, I met someone at Starbucks who helped me see this dichotomy a bit more vividly. As I was sitting by the…
This is one of my favorite poems by Luci Shaw. It’s a brief but beautiful picture of the deleterious effects of the atonement on Christ and its beneficial effects for us. At light speed, God speed, time collapses into now, so that we may see Christ’s wounds as still bleeding, his torso, that ready sponge,…
And it was at the age . . . Poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don’t know how or when, no, they were not voices, they were not words, nor silence, but from a street I was summoned, from…
This poem is in honor of Linkin Delagneau written from Mom’s perspective: Your last breath Our first touch. Your gentle spirit What’s not to love? Your tenderness lit up the room When your angelic face peaked out my womb. Our souls connected, Our fingers intertwined, I held your tiny hand inside mine. You held real…
Father, thank You for Your unconditional love, for being in my corner, and fighting for me. Jesus, you are my big brother. You never let go of my hand. Wherever I go, You go. Whatever I feel, You feel. I am never alone. Holy Spirit, praise You for transforming, empowering, and healing me from the…
Our basic sense of security is not money or escape from difficulties but believing God is good in the midst of the storm.
This short poem is one of my favorites by Robert Frost. In just eight short lines, he captures the transience of beauty from a leaf to the Garden of Eden. NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then…