Our lady, My lady, Thank you for believing in us, for reaching your arms out to us, Broken and barren and overbearing and burdened by all matter of things that is dust and transitory. Thank you for appearing, over and over, Showing us how to get a point across, With patience, with love, And a…
Advent is my favorite liturgical season. It feels like we have a secret, with our pink and purple candles and barren home while Christmas decorations pop up all around us. Advent is a reminder to be holy, set apart, from the commercialization and secularization of the birth of the King of Kings. This advent started…
Holy means to be set apart, not to be perfect I remind myself of this as I sit outside with my tantrumming toddler 3 minutes into All Saints Day Mass, which has started right before his bedtime typically commences. I remind the saints on their great holy day to not rest but instead pray for…