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Careful Catechesis
Advertisements 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 Read more
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Orthodoxy & Temptations
Advertisements “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 Read more
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Apathy
Advertisements 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. Read more
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Polyphony
Advertisements 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 Read more
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Stuck Waiting
Advertisements 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 Read more
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Free Beer Tomorrow
Advertisements 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 Read more
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O, To Disappear: Summoned From Nothingness Pt. II
Advertisements 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 Read more
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Step Out of the Rain
Advertisements 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 Read more
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Outside Voices
Advertisements 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…?” Read more
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Acting out Faith in God
Advertisements 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 Read more
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Overflow of Heart
Advertisements 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 Read more
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To Touch Her Soul
Advertisements 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 Read more
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Don’t Forget Me
Advertisements 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 Read more
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