The glare of city lights —made to illumine our lives, not only securely marking our steps and giving security from the stranger but casting their glare to heaven, blotting out the light of the stars. To see the night sky again (have we perhaps forgotten it?) I must leave the bustle of the city, it insecure security, its anxious, feverish control, its insufficient self-sufficiency, and step out into darkness… Read Full Text
I look upon your face, my Son, upon the abyss of your mystery, which is so deep that I could lose myself in it were it not but a perfect reflection of the abyss that I am… Read Full Text
There come times when words cannot even begin to express or capture the mystery of the heart— when all that one can do is accept the gift of God, in silence, and surrender it all back to him in return… Read Full Text
Burn gently, little flame. Lit from the Furnace of eternal Love, kindled from the warmth which you touch in this Bread of Life… Read Full Text
I. My Father, those eyes of love gaze upon me so intensely, eyes of goodness and of grace, eyes that, looking, bestow the beauty that they see… Read Full Text
A walk through the life of the Blessed Virgin Mary from the perspective of her unceasing dialogue of prayer with the Father and the Son. This relationship with her God is, indeed, the very heart of who she is, as it is the heart of each one of us. Read Full Text
Christ/Bridegroom: You beget me in the ineffable silence of eternity; from you I am and in you I subsist, finding in you all my joy and delight… Read Full Text