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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Rain falls like time.Cold, stinging,Biting into bonePlanting its flag. Time can healAnd yet,Time can also ruinWhat’s been built. Rain gives growthAnd yet,Rain can also washAway somethingOnce so full of life. Memories like lightningStrike trees of emotionFears like thunderEcho through imagination. What kind of terror is this?What kind of power?How do two standThe test of one
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I’m tired of the voices outside my head;Caught between contradiction of tongues;Receiving what’s not been asked for,from those who I wouldn’t dare imitate. How much blood must be spilt on the pagefor their satisfaction? How many mapped-out plans, and goals stated, so intricatelyarticulated, will stop them from one more,“Yes, but have you thought of…?” I
Faith is central to the world around us. We put faith in our governments, and our institutions to do what they say they will do. We put faith in our cars, buses, and bicycles to get us where we need to go. We have faith that everyday gravity will continue to work as it has
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My hand went to write sad things out of habit, but my mending heart wouldn’t let me. We’ve been told that the mouth speaks what the heart is filled with, and so it is, that I’m overflowing with poems and praises of her. My heart first hesitated, but her words, sharpened by the whetstone of
To touch her soul, if only but once, is all I wish to do. What happens when words aren’t enough? What happens when time is too short to win her over? What if I lose the chance to open up, and show that I’m more than, and in some respects less than, I appear to
My hand yearns to write happy things,but my broken heart still won’t let me. I always said that if your love ever stopped, I wouldn’t hold it against you. I never saw you as merely an object to obtain, a subject to study, or a city to be conquered. You said you’d never loved someone
Workplace burnout is nothing to take lightly. The World Health Organization classifies burnout as a syndrome caused by chronic workplace stress that has not been successfully managed.1 The three major signs of burnout are: 1.) Feelings of energy depletion or exhaustion; 2.) Increased mental distance from one’s job, or feelings of negativism or cynicism related
All that I’ve left will never take away from what I can still give. But what I’ve left is caught-up in memories that are strewn across cities from Carlsbad to Chicago; Cleveland to Charleston. As I fly thousands of miles above the ground, a piece of me still lies in her hands below. I believe
The writings of our Blessed Fr. Seraphim Rose are popular amongst those in and out of the United States of America As noted on the front cover of The Soul After Death which states: “The American book that has become Russia’s most popular book on the afterlife, awakening countless souls with its sobering truth.” Although
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