I’m scared to speak because I need this peace, freshly captured once more, even if it’s false. I could scarcely cope with more scrupulosity today, or tomorrow. Three days turn to five and two weeks turn to six. “I can’t get you out of my mind,” I first said so early on, yeilded with such […]
Time passes me quickly;I let it slip by while I hope;It laughs as it’s squandered. I’m not humble enoughTo be grateful for life soI ponder the hour of death. I wonder furtherWhere will I standAt the final judgment? I hope in God’s mercyBecause I read it inThe lives of Saints. Perhaps I’ve evenSeen living examples;God
For a brief time you were the sun to me. Everything that you did, and all that you were, and all that I knew we could be, lit up my dark skies. The time that passed in silence gave me a chance to grow cold over the memories of us. There is no more warmth
As one is preparing to be brought into the Orthodox Church, it is easy and exciting to get caught-up with online chatter. We find a new community and feel compelled to constantly share all of the new and wonderful things we find. It’s heartwarming to see Catechumens posting icons, quotes of the Saints, newly-made prayer
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“Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.” – Matthew 26:41 The spirit is willing to fight temptations, but the flesh is weak to withstand them. Archbishop Averky (Taushev) wrote the following on this verse: “This means that although their souls are inclined
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I’m numbed by the days,Trying to make othersUnderstand; explainingMyself months over months. I’m tired of the anger.I’m tired of the worry..I’m tired of planning.I’m tired of thinking. I’ve become a secret;A promise in the dark.Obedient, yet still found out.Patience brought me here. I’ve got nothing left.I’ve lost all cares.I’ve hit the wall ofLearned helplessness. I
I rise to the sun, singingThe song of her heartThat still holds my hand. A hand held outsideOf time and space,In our own world. A melody born with the stars,New, but still so familiar. A promise made to me beforeThe first blade of grass was given.Before the moon was in the sky andThe waters separated
We met at the start of winter, and you were as far away as Spring. I’m stuck waiting on a promise that perhaps Summer can fulfill. Every skyline is the same without you. I haven’t yet lived because you’ve never kissed my lips. Every sunrise is merely a bright light. It only hurts my eyes
My life is like a neon sign in a bar that says, “Free beer tomorrow.”The light is on every night, so the free beer is always tomorrow; a promise always out of reach. That’s the joke. The sign in my life says, “You’ll get it tomorrow.”The light is on every night, so what I’m hoping
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I was speaking with a friend recently about the strange times our generation has grown up in. He recollected that once an acquaintance asked him a question he’d never heard nor thought about before. He asked my friend if he ever wondered what it would be like to simply disappear – not die and go
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